Three dogs, rather than our usual two, because we're looking after Cuddy, my Parents-in-Law Jack Russell dog.
Douglas gets very competitive and tries to out run Cuddy. Douglas is a Miniature Dachshund, with wee legs, and Cuddy is a super strong highly energetic running machine, so Douglas has no hope of winning any race he conjures up in his mind.
So when Cuddy decided to spend some of his never-ending energy swimming in the river (and it looked like he was doing it just for the exercise!), Douglas decided to go in and save him.
Douglas doesn't have the same strength as Cuddy, so there was a dramatic moment when Douglas went under, came up again, and Hugo stepped into the water, in shoes and jeans, well beyond his ankles, and fished the little fella out.
Auntie Anne returned from walking the dogs this morning, to say that she'd found three Sparrow chicks huddled on a pavement next to the road, just about to sprawl into the road. So she ushered them onto the doorstep of the Methodist church, and said she'd left them huddled together on the step.
She was fretting about them, so I said I'd go and check on them.
I decided to go back to see them again, but when I re-traced my steps half an hour later, they had gone.
I'm hoping someone had moved them into the walled garden near by, and that their parents were busy feeding them.
There's also a chick, in a nest in our attic. To cut a long story short, the nest was blocking the gutter, and we've had a couple of leaks. So we both went up into the attic, after getting back from the drama on the beach with Douglas, and there is one teeny chick (too big to be a Sparrow chick, I think it might be a Blackbird) all on it's own poor thing. No feathers on it. The nest has been moved out of the drainage channel, to one side, hopefully the mother can get in to feed the chick now. When the chick has fledged, hopefully we can prevent any more nest building in our attic.
Isn't the beach beautiful, above? That's how we left it earlier.
Have a good weeknd. Cheerio! Love Vanessa xxx