A battle won, but is the war over?

One of the jobs that’s fallen to me in Nick’s absence in that of feeding the animals. Anyone who knows me will know that animals are just not my thing; Hugo I can cope with and the hens just need a few scraps throwing into the pen each day but the goose is another matter entirely. Every time he (yes, it’s definitely not a goose of the egg-laying variety) sees me, his head goes down, he hisses and then launches himself at me, pecking wildly at any part of me he can reach – it’s really scary. So when I have to go into the park to feed him, I arm myself with a solid piece of bamboo to fend him off. The first three mornings he went on the attack, but today when he saw me, he ignored me! I just hope he remembers to do the same tomorrow.

Last weekend was wet again, the rain only letting up for a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon, so while it was dry I went out for a walk, meeting several like-minded neighbours en route and finding masses of wild strawberries, tiny bursts of intense flavour, along the roadside. I took the camera, so I hope you like the photos.