Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Learning To Be Hunters
by admin - 17:51 on 04 November 2012
The Fearless Ones were allowed out this morning with just me to supervise their movements – a risky ploy.
I'd anticipated a dash to the tree for more I-can-go-higher-than-you-can antics, or two kittens exploring in opposite directions. What I got, for the most part, was two small would-be hunters overawed by the comings and goings around the bird feeders near the garden gate.
Pandora's main vantage point was the top of the gatepost; Willow preferred to skulk in the undergrowth, which made her less accessible for snappery.
I'm pleased to report that the hunters returned to The Rural Retreat with no trophies – a state of affairs unlikely to last as they grow in size and experience. The garden's small game had better enjoy life while it can.
Yesterday evening, the Retreat's open fire was lit for the first time since last winter (apart from an abortive attempt two days ago which turned the downstairs area into a smokehouse). The Fearless Ones were intrigued but had the wit not to burn their noses.
They spent a good part of the evening in the rocking chair, gazing into the flames. If I'm able to capture the scene in pixels I'll make a fortune.
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