As I am sitting on my bench on a warm summer's morning reflecting on all the visitors that have arrived in my pocket handkerchief sized garden, I am amazed at the bee I am watching who has collected so much pollen on his back legs, that it is a wonder that he can manage to carry it all.
I was reflecting on the unusual visitor we had when we opened the back door on Sunday morning. It was a large green frog with yellow stripes who hopped in ,to the absolute delight of Molly, who had never seen a frog , let alone one who was heading towards her bowl. The more it hopped, the more she skipped, the more the frog jumped around the kitchen and under the fridge - great!! Now what? So we all stood and waited for its next appearance, well almost all of us waited. Molly, on the other hand, was busy poking her paw under the fridge to make it move quicker. No one wanted to pick it up. Finally, a solution. We got him to hop into a kitchen roll tube and managed to take him outside where we were able to let him go free. (This will now be remembered as the Jeremy Fisher incident). We kept Molly in, of course, who would still be looking under the fridge for him on Thursday if something hadn't come along to d
istract her, which was Teabag.
I was reflecting on the unusual visitor we had when we opened the back door on Sunday morning. It was a large green frog with yellow stripes who hopped in ,to the absolute delight of Molly, who had never seen a frog , let alone one who was heading towards her bowl. The more it hopped, the more she skipped, the more the frog jumped around the kitchen and under the fridge - great!! Now what? So we all stood and waited for its next appearance, well almost all of us waited. Molly, on the other hand, was busy poking her paw under the fridge to make it move quicker. No one wanted to pick it up. Finally, a solution. We got him to hop into a kitchen roll tube and managed to take him outside where we were able to let him go free. (This will now be remembered as the Jeremy Fisher incident). We kept Molly in, of course, who would still be looking under the fridge for him on Thursday if something hadn't come along to d
istract her, which was Teabag.Now Teabag is a real newcomer he appeared a couple of days before and he is really big, so big his face alone fills our catflap, yipes! should we be scared...fortunately no he seems to be a real pussycat and anyway Molly vouched for him so it must be OK. Tea bag was followed not long after by an unknown a white cat with a black bushy tail we have yet to find out where he or she comes from and what he/she is called We have now realised that this constant procession of cats must have something to do with our sign outside the kitchen door.
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