It’s August, about two
thirds of the way through. What is somewhat worrying is that it is starting to
feel like Autumn, surely that is not meant to happen yet it should be the height
of summer . . . Pesky Weather.
Now in the last couple of
days we have had a young Hedgehog scurrying about eating any bird seed in the
early evening that the birds had missed during the day. We also have some posy
hedgehog food that I have put out and it seems to like it. In the past this was
not possible as Harry the Cat (who died) would eat the lot and tended to look
at Hedgehogs with his grumpy face. So they would run off. Sooty the Cat (who has
gone mad), is a happy critter has no interest in hedgehogs or the posh hedgehog food, so this little critter is making the most of it. Interestingly Sooty the Cat is
putting weight on at present now that he is the Alpha Male Cat. Mainly
because he is the only cat, but I don’t think he has worked that out yet.
We are keeping our heads
down at present; it is reaching peak holiday time with the August Bank Holiday
next weekend so there are Pesky Kids everywhere. I say everywhere that is not
entirely true there are no Pesky Kids at our end of our tiny village and those at
the other end are kept in caves until school starts again. It’s a quiet tiny
village and folk like it like that. It may sound hard but one day those kids
will appreciate the skills they are learning in those caves.
Talking of caves the bats
are active and although not vampire bats folk like to stay on the safe side so
are wandering about with garlic hanging around their necks. I have pointed out
that in a No Deal Brexit garlic will no longer be easy to get hold of so some
folk are panic buying garlic. They say they would rather face the disapproving glare
of the local shop assistant than face an angry Vampire in the dark of night.
Particularly as August this year has gone all Autumny and the evenings are
getting darker all the time. So Vampires will be wandering the streets at the
same time as the local WI society head home after one of their meetings. The
thought of a gang of Vampire WI women prowling the streets and woodland at
night is a scary prospect indeed.
Well that’s it, it is dark
so I am off for a cup of tea. The doors are locked and I have rubbed garlic on
the cat flap just in case, because after all a chap can’t be too cautious.
