up VERY early this morning on account of letting Mac, Bon and Guestey out of the house - whom then all proceeded to bail up a feral cat in the old tin stables where the star droppers and old posts and gates are stored - so the cat went screaming up the old wooden wall, the dogs started going mental and all manner of stuff started crashing down and Guestey who has the loudest bark on earth - it is a long drum after all - was barking the bloomin' house down... though it should be noted bloomin' was not the word I used in the thick of the fray!
SNAKE thinks I leaping from bed - though about half way across the lawn in my bare feet and PJs it becomes apparent that it is WAY TOO COLD for snakes out in the open at least - nope what we have is a dinosaur size feral cat bailed up - up the wooden wall lining - just out of reach of the demented dog team
what to do -
1st and most importantly SHUT the dachshund up! As the racket he is making would appear to be sucking all the oxygen out of the atmosphere ....
2nd - this cat seems to stick to rates and mice - now noticeably absent from the hay shed - so we might want to preserve his life - with the added bonus of avoiding bloodshed before coffee... from both dogs and cats and self that is ... so lock the dogs up...
3rd - get your feet warmed up and cleaned off before they fall off, get back inside and have a coffee - and give up on the idea of going back to bed...
so begins another peaceful day at Finchhatton Farm - and my eyes aren't even open yet.
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