Mal and Ida
I’d like you to meet Mal and Ida. Ok, so I realise they are both Mallards and neither of them is an Eider duck but I needed a name for the girl. They seem to have moved in. I mean completely moved in. They don’t worry about moving when we’re driving or walking out or in. They are just happy pottering around, helping themselves to seed and finding somewhere to nest. I guess it’s that time of year when the birds and the bees think about taking over other people’s gardens in an attempt to satisfy their urges to procreate. Don’t get me wrong. I really don’t mind having them here. I’m looking forward to seeing the little ones if they don’t decide we’re a bad bet before we get to that stage.
Meanwhile Wilma has at last decided that playing ball is one of her favourite things and had a great time on her walk as it was safe for her to have a good game. Our Mistress has explained that she can’t do it all the time, if for no other reason than tennis balls are very bad for the teeth. The nylon in them wears our teeth down and that is not good. I think our Mistress is going to see if she can find the special dog balls we’ve got now that Wilma has asked to play.
We’re all really excited about seeing our Master tomorrow. We won’t see him until the afternoon so we still need to be a little bit patient. I hope he’s as excited as we are. When our Mistress spoke to him the other day he had to break off their conversation to introduce himself to a passing Golden Retriever. I’m hoping that means he’s missing us rather than he’s just being unfaithful.
Have a great Thursday