More ducks!

After watching us for, oh a year perhaps, from various vantage points the other side of the valley, they appeared one morning sleeping, one leg up - head tucked under, by the front door. They responded to my welcome and waddled into the garden for 'fowl' breakfast. The others didn't turn a feather so now they are an accepted sub group of the colony that is trashing my garden.

They're Muscovy ducks and are called Gibby and Sunny; we don't often name our creatures, especially if they are, one way or another, 'passing through', but these girls are so entertaining and responsive their name just popped into my head. It wasn't until the other morning, after a gale-full night, when it seemed that G&S had flown away that I realised how disappointed I felt and how fond I'd grown of them, which made me think about possessiveness and other stuff common to human nature. But they can fly like blazes and, like all blessings, free to come and go as they please, I hope they chose to stay awhile.

sick day

Having a cold all week but being too busy to wallow, I decided to take a morning off to finish some rabbits in comfort. However it is the most beautiful morning and I really must go and run about in it. We are off to lunch at Wadbister (of da famous 4 degree voe fame) with massed Shannons and Willses so better get my skates on This cold that I've had was brought all the way from Norway so have endeavoured to keep it from the general population - remembering the tales of whole island populations laid bye with the advent of airmail etc. not to mention long-buried plaits and scarlet fever, that I was regaled with when i first fetched up on these shores. I was listening to the week's History of the World in a Hundred Objects on the iplayer whilst rabbiting this morning, the one about the turquoise feathered serpent, the population being finished off by old world smallpox. I think we have forgotten how easy it is to spread viruses... this blog was actually supposed to finish with thoughts about preparing for Christmas but it seems to be finishing on a note of gloom if not doom! so think I will just stop there, I will now go forth and gather some of those rosebuds while I might, or rosehips anyway. ttfn

Not Cross

I was thinking of calling this week's blog C.r.o.s.s. (constant rain over Shetland syndrome) but look! the sun is shining today, and how peaceful it seems after seven sodding days of rain and gails. Took this little film on friday morning; I'd planned to get to the Knowes, feed the stots and be back in time to take my loaves out of the oven. Of course, the blighters were right at the top of the dog-leg park, as far up and away as they could be. I was wearing the ancient but lovely Barbour we got from Natalie and, as a consequence, the stots just weren't sure it was really me. It took a fair bit of coaxing to get them to the other end of the park where I took this film. I love it when they start to run, it reminds me of a schools radio program of my childhood - 'How things began' -with a roving reporter speaking from prehistorical La Salutre, is that right? anyway, horses being stampeded over a precipice by stone age hunters. very exciting! Oh, and the bread was just perfect.

There's a real feeling of autumn in the air; we had a fabulous week of bright sunny weather and then on Thursday I woke with a real feeling of dread at the darkness of the morning. The wind has been blowing from a different 'eart' and the starlings have been gathering on the telegraph wires (and in the byre come knock-off time.) The annual diaspora of young is well underway, hence last week's otter and the many flattened polecats on the road. Yesterday I noted ten young corbies attending to an dead sheep along by Swinister, good for them, the carrion crow has a busy and useful winter ahead. In the politunnel the leaves yellow on the mangetout making for easy picking of the last delicious pods.

But we have had a fine, blustery day with a bbq lunch followed by a brisk walk down to the ebb with five young Shannons, as merry as grigs in the late sun. a good way to end the season.

Bliss

When the sun shines in Shetland we change; we smile, we laugh, we talk to strangers in the shop. It is bliss. But the garden is full of midges, they are hovering in savage clouds around the domestic fowl.

When I returned from steam-cleaning the byre this afternoon I was looking forward to a lovely garden potter, but noooo!

So I listened to the Archers in the kitchen armchair, glass of pino grigio, my knitting, the sun streaming though the (tightly closed) french windows and it was pretty damn good.

On the way back from the Hillhead, at the junction, we came upon a young otter, wet from - well, were does the burn come through there? hesitating on the road. We let him decide which way to go but rounded the corner heading in the same direction. He bounded off though the long grass often looking back over his shoulder, aware of us watching him. What a privilege it is too live here.

As for the picture, that's the Bod beach at Ollaberry. Lizzie and I put the kayaks in there last night.

Eshaness Craft Fair

We had such a great afternoon, met up with old friends and made new ones, sold enough stuff to keep us happy, and came up with some new ideas. The other stall holders were very friendly and we were asked to to bring our wares two more pre-Christmas sales as well.

Lizzie really enjoyed the experience which is good because D and I will be in France at the first sale, so she will have to go it alone.

random photo day

OK so I'm in week four of The Artist's Way. by Julia Cameron, unblocking my cree -A-T-V-T and this week I have to give up reading!!! It's supposed to be for seven days, but having only just read that far in the book it will have to be four...ish. I've not read for about three hours. It's so hard not checking emails or peeping at facebook every five mins and then there are the usual book stops: eating, peeing, coffee, tea 15 t.p.d., when I'm bored , when I'm tired etc etc. It's as bad as giving up smoking, no really!
You sometimes come across those who proudly tell you that they never read a book; I now realise that these people must have the most amazing inner lives and be hugely creative. My lip will never curl again.
It will be interesting to see how my creativity blossoms over the coming week, Ms Cameron has not let me down so far, this might just be amazing.
well ok maybe just one last email...