Going to YAS each month gives me the feeling I’m contributing in something to help the animals I see.
This trip, Blossom wasn’t thrilled about me going near her bed. Once I got out of her field, I had to wait until she’d gone to bed to allow me to get her food bowl. It’s like she’s hot a troubled mind and I don’t know how to rid her of her troubles.
The cockerel was being himself. Defending his territory, given at the time I was already leaving his area. I have to be on guard the whole time.
Lovely Delilah, at 2 years old, isn’t used to being handled. I was told this while she had been calmly in my arms for a few minutes.
This afternoon it was back to the house. B came to help me. We were taking wallpaper down in the kitchen. Thanks to B I nearly finished it. O only had 3 areas left then the steamer decided to cut out. Clearly it had had enough for the day.
The skip had been changed, the cellar emptied. The garden, slightly tidied some more. The living is ready for the plaster boards getting collected in the morning.