Hi all. I’m Al (short for Alison) and I live in South Wales, UK, where today was the first almost dry day we have had for, I think, over a month.
Having a smallholding, means I seem to spend much time wading through mud and muck, feeding animals, and mine include a horse, two ponies, poultry and ducks, as well as the three family dogs that live in the house with me. That’s a lot of muddy paws, but it often seems as if there are far more dogs trailing mud in of late.
My new workshop is situated at the holding now, and we are creating a bird garden there, so encouraging the local birds by siting feeding stations and nest boxes there. Lots of tits, finches, wagtails and other birds visiting now.
I don’t know about webbed feet, but as my favourite pair of wellies have sprung a leak, trench foot is a distinct possibility. At least the sun is shining today, but I am stuck indoors because my old car’s in the garage having a front wheel bearing replaced. That’s probably overdue, as if was on the notification slip for the last two MOT tests. However, I went over a few nasty bumps and potholes last week and could both hear and feel a problem, so decided it was time to take action.
Actually, I am rather fond of my old car, although many friends have, over the years, taken it upon themselves to name my vehicles. Usually the names reflect the state of the vehicles, meaning they refer to them as ‘the Rust Bucket’; ‘the Garden Shed’; ‘the Mobile Tip’ etc. The current one is known as the ‘Merc Truck’ - little different from the last one, which they called the Muck Truck’. That all began way back in the 1970s, when I had a wonderful old Wolfhound cross lurcher who was so possessive over the car of the time, that she tore it apart from the inside in an attempt to prevent anyone going anywhere near it. That one was known as the ‘Dog Shed’, and by the time I finally weighed it in, there was no rear or passenger seat; no door panels; no roof lining; and what dash remained had huge, bite-sized chunks missing out of it and a lot of fang marks! For some reason, she never touched the driving seat.
Oh well, thanks again for all the welcome messages - which you may live to regret. My tea break is now almost over, and I’ve a heap of coats to finish off making for skinny, rescued greyhounds…