The Oak has a White Coat
Well glad to report that St Swithun and his Day passed in relatively good weather - to our knowledge it didn't rain at all. Which was a miracle in itself as it was probably the first day not to rain for yonks. However the next day it rained again and so it did for the rest of the week. It managed to turn the oak leaves white with it's wetness and they hung forlornly and curled when they should be broad and green and in their proudest summer coat. But this morning things are definitely looking good. Yesterday was sunny and really quite hot. But today is better. Much better. An azure blue sky, with not a
cloud in sight. Hoorah! We have even managed to find a bit of earth that is dry enough to scratch in. Yippee! Richard, our farmer friend, was up at the crack of dawn checking the cattle and no doubt he will be working flat out now making hay for the winter feed. We would like to help him - but we might get in his way. Binny rushed out and into a sunny spot beside the loose box when Dad opened our barn door, just in case it might suddenly disappear again. We also noted that Mum didn't have her woolly hat and raincoat on this morning. Hoorah and Yippee! It's sunny! Summer has arrived!
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