Saturday, 30 September 2006
Friday, 29 September 2006
My owners (aka mum and dad) are off on their holidays. Fiona and John are coming to look after us, this usually means long walks, staying out late at night and generally heaps of fun. However, it also means no access to the computer. It is almost a year since I started writing this blog, and I have enjoyed doing it but I want to spend more time doing my own thing, getting lost and bullying rabbits. I have learnt a lot in the last year, not every day is my birthday and I don't always get the presents I deserve. I can now count up to 420. Also the number of people with the time to visit my blog is getting very small. I will probably post a few pictures of autumn in deepest Cornwall next month but then I plan to say farewell, adieu to all my fans and lurch off into the future.
I may make a year book of all the pages and put it on a CD available on request, or I may not!
lots of logs and kisses
Admin note:- Spot may be confusing fans with fan.
Thursday, 28 September 2006
Tuesday, 26 September 2006
Monday, 25 September 2006
Killed by contingency, run over today on this quietest of quiet country lanes, by someone on the school run or going to the hairdressers, or the golf club, or the pub. Tail degloved. It is ironic that you have banned hunting and yet continue to mow down tens of thousands of small mammals and birds on the roads. Vermin, of course. Like badgers. Wipe them all out and return the country side to cattle and maize as it should be, in acres of grass desert. And keep the speed limits at 60 mph.
Sunday, 24 September 2006
Saturday, 23 September 2006
...it has been rather dull recently apart from not very windy ex Hurricane Gordon passing us by and blowing a few caterpillars out of the trees. I am not sure which species this handsome chap belongs to; on reflection I suppose it could be a female, do caterpillars have a sexual orientation, and how would you tell?
Sunday, 17 September 2006
this heron was fishing by our favourite spot on the Tamar; unusually it took no notice of us at first and then lazily flew off up to a small perch high in the trees. The last picture gives a good impression of the true size of this scene and the cathedral like effect of the tall trees by the river.
Saturday, 16 September 2006
one of whose berries may well be in the jaws of these cheeky chap who insisted on running through the branches over my head. They never come down for a fair chase and punch up. Is it my imagination or are grey squirrels turning white, brown and red?
these brilliant red berries are the fruit of the guelder rose, whose oddly asymetrical white flowers appeared earlier in my blog (I think, see http://tamar-valley-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/guelder-rose.html).