There are three dogs up at this farm, two working border collies. Rab and Bill and a Jack Russell cross named Mick. Polly has made friends with all three of them.
The Man of the Place has taken George and Gordon (the neighbour boy who lives at The Farm) down to The Lake District. They're hiking Scafell Pike today. It's about five hours up and four hours down. The weather report for Cumbria is perfect for walking and they should have a perfect day.
I didn't want to go and I don't have to go out to work today. Yippee! That doesn't mean that I can sit around, picking lint out of my navel, watching Animal Planet and drinking tea. I've already spent an hour cleaning windows. I still have roughly two more hours to go on that job, but I got sick of it and decided to come in and play on the computer for a bit. I've got loads of housework to do, but I am NOT going to bust my ass cleaning this place while everybody else is swanning around the countryside having a jolly old time. I'll do the work, but I won't be nuts about it.
If you were wondering about the eggs that my fish laid earlier in the week, they are safe in the kitchen aquarium. I don't hold out much hope for these eggs. I think they are infertile as they are still as white as the day I found them sticking to the glass. I did a search for online forums about how to care for these eggs. It seems that the fertilized eggs will have a yellowish tint to them and infertile eggs will remain white. Mine are all white, but I am not giving up on them until Easter Sunday, they start to go fuzzy or hatch.
Drat! I wish that I had the camera! Henry took it to go up the mountain with the boys. A Bullfinch has just showed up in the garden! They have such a beautiful rosy breast. It's gone now.
Bullfinch - not my photo