Midnight - Cats asleep © Llwyd 2015
The ginger female cat called Squeaky is 9yrs old and our black cat, Magic,
is twelve years of age. The photo is slightly out of focus because
I wasn’t wearing my spectacles.
Snow is falling fast, to melt as soon as it touches the ground, small birds are at the feeders pecking at peanuts and a dozen others including robins, are on the path all stoking up on cous- cous.
Ms H was telling me this morning that in the back garden we now have
an almost resident hen pheasant who feeds there regularly along with a friendly thrush and jovial blackbirds.
In the field opposite, the ever wise yearlings/store cattle have taken temporary shelter under hedge and as soon as the storm abates they will return to strip grazing the pasture.
Inside: our forty year old Stanley cooker fuelled by Bord na Mona brickettes is giving out lots of heat and the Caframo fan is spinning madly away sending waves of hot air all around the room.
Nevertheless I have on my old Malin-Head fleece sitting on top of an equally old denim shirt. I do appreciate the gentle warmth of 20C in the centuries old kitchen which is now our sitting room.
Time now to put the kettle on for a pot of tea for two, why not step inside and join us? Don’t forget to bring biscuits.
