“So....what are we looking for again?”
Well now…we’ve had a bit of a tempestuous time of it of late…Gale Force 10 winds or whatever that translates to - from my point of view it translates to me almost being blown off my four paws! There’s been horizontal rain, the waterfall in the vicinity has been flowing the wrong way, the sheep have been hiding and getting anywhere, except the garden, has proved to be a bit of a risky strategy – thus not much outdoor activity for any of us! Although the activity that we have had has been amusing with human Nicola falling in the burn (but full points for saving the camera) and human Sarah looking like she’s entering some balance beam gymnastics competition!
“I don’t see what the problem is….just walk across!"
“em…isn’t that waterfall meant to 'fall into' the water?”
Although almost as quickly as it arrived, the storm passed and it was back to business as usual, although as you can see from my photo above I’m not quite as focused as I should be – apparently! But I’ve been thinking as opposed to acting and I have a question for you all…
Why do they call a group of birds resting on the water a “hurry”? They don’t look in much of a hurry to me!! How about calling them a “bunch of lazy birds sitting on the water”?
And I have a piece of trivia for you all too – Did you know that the average length of a harbour porpoise (1.8 – 2m) is the same as the average width of a gannet’s wingspan?! Amazing what goes on in the mind of a dog isn’t it?!!
According to my humans there are quite a few of them minke whale things still around, a few harbour porpoises and some ducks – yum … any orange sauce? (Actually, they’re eider ducks so not only could I eat something delicious but I could have a nice new pillow too – a duck with a dual purpose, that’s what I like to see!)
From my point of view, there are also still lots of them sheep things around, and they’re bigger now so – fair game? I happened to hear on that television thing the other night, on a programme called “Countryfile” I think it was, that farmers believe that sheep are always trying to come up with a new way to kill themselves … well hello!! Death at the hands of a canine researcher? It would certainly be novel!
“Am I baa-thered?”
And so until the next time, I’m off to bark at the moon … well, it’s a full one after all!
"Full moon at dawn - bit weird is it not? Then again, what do i know...am only a dog!"