Tuesday, 24 February 2009

A Lamb in Sheep's Clothing.

I watched a strange happening at the weekend... no, not an alien invasion... the farm next door to our house is in the midst of lambing, and the girls and I popped round to do a little lamb worship - they are so cute!
However, we always seem to arrive when death is knocking at the barn door, the first experience of lambing for the girls was a still birth...then thankfully followed a few minutes later with live twin lambkins. Ever since we have enjoyed watching the highs and lows of keeping sheep, and they have gradually become more to us than simply woolly shapes! 
The Farmer says sheep are good at two things - dying and eating!

Anyhow, I'm rambling (pardon the pun) last weekend we toddled round to get some ovine spring in our step, only to be greeted with the scene of a dead lamb - squashed by it's mother - maybe the Farmer is right?
This black scene was transformed in front of our eyes...the farmer instructed his farmhand to go off and skin the lamb! 
A few moments later he arrived with the skin (no sign of gore whatsoever) neatly folded and tucked under his arm like a freshly laundered jumper. He then took an orphaned lamb who was a thin little thing, and dressed the lamb in the dead lamb's skin. We watched dumbstruck - the 'jumper' had fully fashioned arms and a polo neck!
The newly dressed lamb was then put in with the bereft ewe, who sniffed it....then fed it.
If I had not witnessed this myself I might have struggled to believe quite how quickly the Ewe accepted her 'baby' back, and for the girls life at the farm had yet again shown them the circle of life.

I'll try to add the images later...blogger misbehaving!

Friday, 20 February 2009

The Cat's Pyjamas.

Honestly, I know my slave is busy...
...but one measly photo?
I feel you ought to see how I live...

In front of the Aga is good...
...but often that stinky dog wants to hang out here too.

Korat Cats NEED warmth - we come from Thailand...
...this bag of ribbons is quite comfortable...

This funky wool wasn't bad...but difficult to arrange!

The teenager is generally quite thoughtful about
leaving some clothing lying about for my convenience.

The sofa in the summerhouse can be good in the spring...

The laundry basket is entirely unsatisfactory when empty...

The plaid blanket you saw featured the other day is quite nice...
...but frankly, the rough lambswool chafes my silky fur...
...so I do prefer this mohair number - don't you think the pink sits well with my fur?

But to be brutally honest...I prefer cashmere...and a human
hot water bottle....
...because I'm worth it!

Tuesday, 17 February 2009

The Cat's Whiskers

Drills, banging and the house is rattling...

Monday, 16 February 2009


A newspaper from the local Tory party plopped through the door this morning, and I almost chucked it straight in the recycling bin, but something caught my eye...

It was a tribute from our local MP to the people of Wootton Bassett.

And the reason for this tribute - the fact that often two or three times a week they turn out en-masse to line the High Street - hundreds of them.


Well, I would love to report that they do this to celebrate some joyous event - but it is most certainly not. 

They line the streets to honor the bodies of soldiers repatriated through RAF Lyneham. 
Old soldiers stand to attention next to civilians, their heads bowed.
Just looking at the images of this brought me to tears, and I felt the same ugly feeling in the pit of my stomach as when the Hercules which fly them home, go over our house - I think about the families, and how things will never be the same again for them.

Quite what impact this will have on the people of Wootton Bassett long term? That's unknown - but what I do know is that they deserve James Gray's tribute.

Thank you for welcoming them home -  we are with you in spirit....and the next time one of 'those' flights passes overhead, I will think of not only the soldiers...but the people of Wootton Bassett too.

Monday, 2 February 2009

I'm Busy...

...blogging somewhere else!

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