A day ending with Trauma.

The DP was away at 4 a.m. travelling with fellow bird watchers to the Isle of Hanna.

So I had to make me own breakfast.  Go collect a paper.  Do my walk before lunch.

Deserted beach.  Apart from the Gull Gang.

Bobbing up and down.

En masse.

A dog is sighted running towards the birds, so it is up and off.

In amongst this lot is a Sandwich Tern.

Here are some more, black heads pointy beaks.

I did a bit of painting in the afternoon.  So gloomy here, never saw the sun.  No wind.  

Back up to the house.  I heard dogs barking.  Went out to the front of the house, dogs barking, at the side, yet again Sith has been treed.  And the dogs are still barking, Jack Russells , who I know from my past kill cats.  This is the third time in as many weeks.

I shouted, don't know where I got the breath from, and watched them bound through the Barley and back home.  The DP not expected home for hours.  Last time he had to get a ladder and get Sith cat back down.  Me - ladder?  No way.  I stood at the road side talking to Sith.  Cars zoomed past.  This is  a narrow road.  Sith remained totally fluffed.  And up the tree.  On the third attempt to talk him down I thought it might be a good idea to get some photographs.

He finally decided it might be ok to come down.

Look at the size of those pupils.

Seven years we have lived here and I never knew we had an Ash tree in the Spinney.

I had to move some brambles so he could see the fence.  Bit of a stretch, he made it and has had a lot of strokes since.

I really cannot cope with this.  But I did.  

Oh and the DP's trip, well it was so windy the ferry was not running to Handa. Ha.