I cannot resist this.
I cannot resist this.
Waiting for the bus is such a pain, particularly when you’ve got to make conversation with some cow you don’t want to speak to…
(Highlands of Scotland, photo credit to be found here.)
Following my theme of very touching photos, I give you Mother and baby elephant - don’t you just want to scoop the little fuzzy, short trunked sweetness in your arms and give it a cuddle.
I defy anyone not to feel their heart expand when they look at this Mother and baby otter, she almost seems to be showing her baby to the photographer. The pages (Facebook) this came from are full of similarly beautiful wildlife photography, have a look.
I am at groggy disadvantage today, tired from my noctural visitors and the heat. I was too tired to look at them but had I turned on lights, they would have looked something like this photo. My garden is surrounded by brambles and plum trees. The plums and blackberries aren’t ripe yet but my neighbour’s garbage is and for reasons best known to himself, he leaves it outside. I tried to go back to sleep but it’s funny how knowing that only a screen separates you from 300 lbs of bear inhibits sleep. I did sleep eventually, dreaming of wild animals and giant berries…
Thank you to Frank (Heumann) for his excellent picture of the hairy beasts. We will continue to follow Frank’s progress in the Highlands on Skye in the coming days. Thus proving that those who can’t, talk about it.
What a cheeky, sweet face. They are not all sweetness and light though. I have been blighted by them running down the inside of lath and plaster walls in Scotland, all night long. I well remember the torment for our cats and dogs, staring fixedly at the wall, knowing what was behind it and quite powerless to get it. They eat the food in your larder, the flowers in your garden and have a penchant for nuts, seeds, cereal and crunchy bars. Apparently they can do something unspeakable with their neck, involving dislocating it or something, and this allows them to fit through gaps not larger than an ordinary pen in diameter. All of you who love old houses, who sigh wistfully at a bit of brick or stone more than 30 years old - consider the mice! They come with the territory and were there first! So, make a wish but be careful of what you ask for, you might just get it!