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The New Camera

15/5/2015

 
Mum has a new camera. It was a sad and sorry tale of her trusty old phone - it took pretty good pictures and has loyally stood beside Mum through wet, mud and sometimes darned tricky situations. But she lost it. Kizzie and Mum rang it in Wattlebury Cottage, the car, the Farm, Mickey's Barn, the Fields, but it didn't answer.
"Most odd." Mum looked puzzled.
However as she pulled her car forward a couple of days later and stopped a few feet further up the drive, having remembered something of the utmost importance (my banana) - there it was! Lying in a squished and poorly state with tyre marks over it's torso.
"How sad." Mum was glum.
So she emptied the piggy bank and quizzed Dad and Kizzie endlessly about whether she should buy a new camera or not. And on a recent visit to the Hooman Supermarket she returned with a smart new camera. We eyed it with caution as Mum proudly started snapping. But alas! It would only take three photos.
"Memory Card needed." Mum deduced.
Not too sure whose memory card she was referring to - indeed if Mum could sometimes have a few more Megabites I feel it would benefit us all. So off she went again to return with more memory.
"That's better! 1,856 left!"
So Mum got snapping. She snapped trees and grass and holes that the Fox Family had dug in the night (RIP Peter's cousin, Poseidon). She snapped blossom and the Rookery --
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From little acorns (lovely shot of the grass!)
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to Mighty Oak trees
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Excavated during the night
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Note here the soil detail on the nearby foliage! (If you click on the pictures they should get bigger!)
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The Rookery in the High Ash
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May blossom
"It has a Party Mode setting to capture fast moving action Gordon! That will be useful when I am taking pictures of your young Chicks!"
Steady now Mum - bit adventurous that! And I did note that she doesn't rate me as a quick mover now either. No offence taken. Gordon xxx

A gusty May morning

5/5/2015

 
What a windy day it is today! The trees are bowing and bending and the fresh green leaves of the oak are fluttering hither and thither. We tried to walk with some regality across the yard but were scurried forth in this direction and that. I pretended to the young chicks - watching with some amusement from the shelter of their stable - that I wanted to look at a worm in the corner by the fence, but truth be told, I was blown there! The rooks are playing on the wind over the old Christmas tree plantation and the clouds are passing rapidly overhead - big ones, little ones and the bright sun fleetingly appears and just as quickly disappears again. The young pullets and cockerels were settling down for their afternoon nap and Sylvia thought it most appropriate to read them a poem from their favourite Winnie-The-Pooh book 'When We Were Very Young'.

                       Spring Morning

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -
Up to the hill where the pine-trees blow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields, and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Shhhh - the little ones have all nodded off. Peace at last. Gordon xxx

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    Hello! My name is Gordon and I am a Gold Sebright and my best friend is Sylvia. She is a Silver Sebright. We live with our foster parents on a small farm in the country.  We thought that we would put our take on life and what we get up to through the year into a diary for you. All the characters are real and the events are a true record,  interpreted with a modicum of poetic licence. We hope you enjoy it. Love Gordon and Sylvia

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