Christmas Eve morning was a wet and windy affair. All the snow has disappeared and we have a very green holiday season. The radio kept playing songs about white, frosty days while we dug small channels for all the excess water coming down from a grey sky. Sting has a song about global warming on his latest cd. I kept singing it while digging. It's not a happy song....
Our hens reacted to a green, grassy and wet Christmas as a present just for them and spent half the day outside. It's quite warm so they got to plod along and dig for worms although the daylight faded rapidly. Mid afternoon is already pitch dark where we live so I had to call them indoors before a fox got the whiff of them. The hens were not impressed but they soon forgave me when they saw their Christmas presents. It was two big sheaves of oat straw that they got to eat and play with, all at the same time. After a session outside our hens seemed much more content and grounded so the saying "It's an ill wind that brings nobody any good" seems apt. The three guest hens stayed indoors eating in peace and quiet and Monty kept going back and forth between the two groups of hens. Greed verses love, I guess...
The dear sheep went out for a while and then decided that stormy weather was not to their liking. The rest of the day was spent indoors, sampling all their festive treats. They are four very clever animals and we do love them so much...
Dear Ebba is finding the whole festive season to be a bit much. She has new people in the house and lots of new smells and sounds to deal with. She kept a very low profile all through dinner and then opened her presents when everyone had left the party. Two frisbees, one large bone, one smaller bone and one toy was unwrapped on our bed. It turned out that Ebba is a great fan of presents and played, chewed and smiled half the night. Living with Ebba is not a dull affair and she is a darling dog. The sound of a chomping dog sneaking into our dreams seems to be the norm for us now but it's a small price to pay for a happy friend.
The rain keeps pouring down so the hens can hold a Christmas Day swimming competition in the large ditch in the morning. Ebba's stocking is hanging next to ours by the bed, so more treats to be had soon. I will wrap this up and go to bed but first we would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and lots of joy to the festive season that's upon us. To think that another year is coming to an end...
I just read that dogs hate to be hugged. They feel trapped and dominated and can bite to protect themselves. I did know that you should not pat a dog on it's head as dogs hate that. Ebba bounces like Tigger and uses her front paws like Roo.... Winnie the Pooh is never far from my mind on a wet, windy day. I wonder how he celebrates Christmas.... "We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas....." and love from all of us, large and tiny at Stoneback farm.
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