There's Claude, posing in the gateway. Eustace was probably off catching shrews. A little earlier a squirrel was squawking at the cats. It was sitting on a branch of the oak on the left making angry squirrel noises and shaking its tail. I'm not sure I've knowingly heard a squirrel hiss and chatter before, but whatever he was saying it wasn't polite. Two dogs, two cats and two people didn't frighten him away. When he'd said his piece he swung off from tree to tree to do what squirrels do.And it's amazing how monochrome can make a hot day cool.
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Was it a grey? If so you should have bbq'd it.
That is lovely.
Soooo beautiful!
What's up? Did you run out of colour film?
Of course it was a grey, Garfer! Are there any reds left? And I've eaten stewed squirrel in the past - far too tough to bbq.
Welshcakes and WW - so glad you like it!
YP - I know that somewhere beneath that mop is a soul.
All looks so lovely. I love Devon.
sigh.
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