Bob has been in the wars with a sore paw so he has been sitting around a little.
This is what we have been watching.
Bob would prefer if they were served with orange sauce but this one had him puzzled.
We named him Boots….
The reason why I want to be a bird is simple:
Look at these images and draw your own conclusion, please.
I’m wet, humiliated, broke,
how did this happen?
Baths make me feel like a hedgehog on stilts.
Millie loves to help in the garden. “Squish, squash,” Millie sang as she jumped up and down on the seeds she planted. She wore her favorite bright green boots.
Granddad said, “be kind to them Millie.”
“I am. See, first I dig a hole, then I cover them up with a blanket of soil. Then I make sure they are tucked in good and safe.”
Granddad said, “Jumping on them and shouting isn’t being gentle. If you are gentle surprising things can happen,” Granddad said. “Try it and see.”
Millie loves surprises. She decided to try being gentle to the animals around her. She sat on the grass whispering to Bob, (her dog) , Brandy (Granddad’s lazy cat) and a fat blackbird who sat on the fence.
Millie said, “Brandy I know you would love to catch the biggest mouse in the whole world.” He looked at her then went back to washing his paws.
“Mr. Blackbird, I know you will sing the best song ever.” The blackbird flew away.
“Bob you will learn to smile.” Millie said. “And I will plant my ideas in the garden to grow.”
Granddad looked at his garden. It was very neat, “but perhaps not in the vegetable beds.”
Millie went into the house to find ideas to plant.
She found a cupcake recipe. She folded it over and sprinkled it with sugar.
Outside in the garden she picked the sunniest spot in the flower bed. She dug a large hole. Millie pressed the folded recipe into the earth. On top of it she placed a red cherry. “I love cherries.”
In the house she found an old hat. “I love hats but you need a scarf,” she murmured carrying it outside. With a soft ‘plonk’ it went into the ground.
After their lunch of tomato soup and fruitcake Millie went to help Granddad with his digging.
By five o clock that evening she was tired. She sat on an old bucket and asked the blackbird. “Did you learn a sweet song?”
His answer was a sweet musical song. Millie smiled.
Granddad said, “I told you, being kind and gentle works.”
Millie went in search of Brandy. She discovered he had found and eaten her two chocolate mice. “Don’t be sick,” she warned him.
She went in search of Bob. She searched the whole house for him but could not find him.
“Millie, come and look at this.” Granddad shouted.
Down in Millie’s special flower bed she discovered a smiling Bob wearing a straw hat with a red scarf tied dangling from the brim. Bob was eating a large cherry cupcake. Granddad was sitting beside him on the grass minding four cherry cupcakes.
“Great work Millie. Try the hat on.”
She did. “You were right Granddad. Surprising things happen when you are gentle and kind.”
They sat wearing big smiles as they ate cherry cupcakes in the evening sun.
Milly loves to help in the garden. “Squish, squash,” Milly sang jumping up and down on the seeds she planted. She wore her favorite bright green boots with pink butterflies painted on them.
Granddad said, “be kind to them Milly.”
“I am. See, first I dig a hole, then I cover them up with a blanket of soil. Then I make sure they are in good and safe.”
Granddad said, “Jumping on them and shouting isn’t being gentle. If you are gentle surprising things can happen,” Granddad said. “Try it and see.”
Milly liked surprises. She decided to try it on her pets. She sat on the grass whispering to Bob, (her dog) Brandy (Granddad’s lazy cat) and a fat blackbird who sat on the fence.
Milly said, “Brandy you are to catch the biggest mouse in the whole world.” He looked at her then went back to washing his paws.
“Mr. Blackbird, you will sing the best song ever.” The blackbird flew away.
“Bob you will learn to smile.” Milly said.
Granddad asked her what she was going to do. Her answer made him smile.
” I will plant ideas in the garden to grow.”
Granddad looked at his garden. It was very neat, “but perhaps not in the vegetable beds.”
Milly went into the house to find ideas to plant.
She found a cupcake recipe. She folded it over and sprinkled it with sugar. She picked the sunniest spot in the garden. She dug a large hole. Milly pressed the paper into the earth. On top of the paper she placed a red cherry. “I love cherries.”
In the house she found a hat that belonged to her granny. “I love hats but you need a scarf,” she murmured carrying it outside. With a soft ‘plonk’ it went into the ground.
After their lunch of tomato soup and fruitcake Milly went to help Granddad with his digging.
When they finished she was tired.
Milly sat on an old bucket and asked the blackbird. “Did you learn a sweet song?”
His answer was a sweet song.
Granddad said, “I told you, being kind and gentle works.”
She went in search of Brandy. She discovered he had found and eaten her two chocolate mice. “Don’t be sick,” she warned him going in search of Bob. She searched the whole house for him but could not find him.
“Milly, come and look at this.” Granddad shouted.
Down in Milly’s special flower bed she discovered a smiling Bob wearing a straw hat with a red scarf tied dangling from the brim. Bob was eating a large cherry cupcake. Granddad was sitting beside him on the grass minding four cupcakes.
“Great work Milly. Try the hat on.”
She did. “You were right Granddad. Surprising things happen when you are gentle and kind.”
They sat wearing big smiles as they ate cherry cupcakes in the evening sun.
Looking for Holly? I don’t know any Holly. I’d prefer to get to know a turkey.
Now I know she is crackers!
When Jane bought the house it was derelict. The garden a tip. Ten years on and it was a house buyers dream. The garden, a fantasy of jeweled color and activity.
However, this morning it was quiet. Too quiet. She shivered. No cat on the windowsill, no birds flitting about and singing their hearts out. As sun filled as any postcard and as quiet as one too.
“Somethings up,” she muttered. Her husband gathering his brief case looked over at her and smiled.
“Lost your keys again?”
“No, but I’ve lost all sound in the garden. Like God has turned the Stereo off.” She smiled at the absurdity of her words.
He planted a light kiss on her cheek and left for work. Jane trundled outside to check .
Then she saw him. The fledgling Mocking-jay sat on the back of the garden seat. Time moved on but he didn’t. Seconds became one minute, then two. She tiptoed forward and followed his line of vision.
Her heart wobbled, her body swayed. There on the old grey stone wall sat a line of crows.
Run for the garden rake to get between predators and the terrified bird or? She glanced back at the mocking-jay and for the first time noticed his expression.
He wasn’t terrified he was arrogantly daring them to attack. She wondered why. The tiny rustle behind her alerted Jane. A glance over her shoulder revealed an army of mocking-jay birds.
Jane didn’t stop to think, she ran for cover….
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