This morning, around 7.30 am, I was amused to see several squirrils asset stripping my nieghbours apple tree. Four of them were scurrying to and fro carrying apples ripped from the tree gripped in their mouths. As the ran along our fence, the protruding apples looked like giant clowns red noses. They continude for about ten minutes after which I resume they went home and had apple pie.
Talking of animals, there is nothing more degrading for a dog, who is well endowed with hair, to have a bath. Being transformed from a resplendant wig on four legs, to a poor excuse for a rat, it is just not on.
Then there is the poor old cat; a genetically modified creature that seems to live in reverse, sleeping to Olympic record standards. Indeed part of their success is their ability to adapt to a wide and varid field of Pentathlon standard sleeping arrangments.
Then there high in the Oak tree's, a gathering of crows debate the goings on there below. Heated words are exchanged as to the dumming down of the nieghbourhood, then a fair amount of grumpy exclamations cause them to fly off, unimpressed at the habits of those in their kingdom.
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