Late last week we made a flying visit to Yorkshire and called in to see my Dad. His cottage is surrounded by fields all of which are in full bloom and his garden is teaming with flowers, birds and rabbits which send Pip the bouncing dog slightly crackers! So much has changed since our last visit.
The ducks say hello as always. ‘Hello ducks’!
And the hens we named The Three Degrees at Easter are now full-grown but still stick together and will happily follow you around in a little pack. They also move rather fast and erratically making it very difficult to get pictures of them!
Most of the puppies have gone to new homes with just two kept for training by Dad, although he can’t resist a good pup when he sees one and Yola is the latest addition to the pack. She’s a tiny little thing with a face like a baby bear.
There’s so much colour from all the flowers with my favourite foxgloves towering over most of the others. As always my flower knowledge fails me, so I’ll share pictures with you safe in the knowledge that my readers know far more about flora than me!
The apple tress are laden and there will be a good harvest in the autumn, so there are plans to return and make use of the apple press in the barn.
I also photographed these fruits but have no idea what they are…any ideas?
The bird feeders in the front garden keep a family of woodpeckers busy and I lost an hour watching them hopping up, down and around the feeding tree. There are also a number of swallows who return every year to rebuild nests in the outdoor buildings.
As we were leaving I spotted the baby swallows lined up along a fence as they practice their flying skills, gently encouraged by Mum who flies back and forth with freshly caught rewards. It won’t be long until they are on their way again for sunnier climbs.
Being so short on time we missed time out in the fields with the sheep but left with a shoulder of hoggett and a rare treat of venison fresh from the estate, along with half a dozen duck eggs which I plan to bake with today.
It’s lovely watching the seasons change and we often wonder about leaving the big smoke to return to our country roots. Maybe one day.