Wednesday 25.05.2011

So the poignant story is that there never was a prouder Gander than the one reponsible for these little critturs but a week or so ago, having spent a lot of time strutting about and standing guard over the goose on her nest, he inexplicably keeled over one night and died. She stayed on the nest and, just as I was deciding that he`d been all talk, these two appeared on Saturday night.
Whether they`ll survive is another matter altogether: they`re already up and running about while she continues to sit on the rest of her eggs. Hopefully it`ll be a story with a happy ending.
Today there was going to be a long walk before work this evening but I got diverted, mainly by bread-making, the closest I get to playing with plasticene these days (cheesy bread anyone?)

But we did manage a brisk half hour round the top of the woods:cool and windy (though not the destructive gales of yesterday and Monday), much of the grass and other vegetation already knee high. It`ll soon be time to get out the machete.