Too much wildlife
It seems you can have too much wildlife. There was Mum cooking lunch yesterday when one of the builders came down from the loft to see her. In his hand was a mouse trap. Dangling from the trap wasn’t a mouse exactly, but a skeleton of a mouse. Mum didn’t think that being in the middle of chopping a parsnip was quite the point she wanted to deal with it. She has no idea how long the poor thing has been in the loft. The traps haven’t been set in the three years we’ve lived here. It’s just a good job Mum isn’t too squeamish or it would have put her off her lunch completely.
On a more positive note, we have a wonderful new garden ornament of a peacock. It was one of Mum’s birthday presents, but she’s only just got it. It really is very bright and looks quite good in the garden behind the pond.
Squirrel
Then there was a moment that Mum wished she’d caught on film. I was running along the garden to find the best apples when the squirrel decided to run along next to me. I was too surprised to remember that I’m supposed to chase squirrels. It was one of that companionable moments where I was enjoying running with another animal and forgetting entirely what my role was supposed to be. If I thought about it, we could call a truce and maybe the squirrel could come round to play from time to time. I miss running with my sister Valeria so it would be nice to have a friend.
Too much rain
I’m really rather hoping the rain might stop for a few days. It’s all got a bit silly really. We had two and a half times as much rain in September as we’re supposed to have and the garden is starting to get very very wet. Mum is worried that we’re going to have a fairly serious problem with the stream that runs through our garden when it gets very wet. Once the building work is finished she needs to find someone to give us some advice.
Love
Wilma
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