Up The Farway Tree

Plants and Pigeons

Apologies for the lack of updates on my blog, but life has been fairly quiet and non eventful of late. Health wise I am doing ok. My chest went a bit of the rails last week, but I got some oral antibiotics and am feeling much better now. It's funny how sometimes you don't realise how bad you were feeling, until you start to feel a bit better again. It just makes me realise that I can't even begin to imagine how much better I will feel after my transplant. I think you lose perspective of what is 'normal' in these circumstances, but I'm sure I will be in for a pleasant surprise.

The garden is progressing well and the rockery is now planted. We took a lot of care and attention laying out all the plant pots in their positions before planting, but in reality since we don't know what half the plants are or how big they might grow, it will all be a great surprise when things start to mature (or not, as the case may be). Seb has show great interest in the new rockery, and when ever he goes into the garden he heads straight for it, leaping over the small wall into the soil. He then parades around between the rocks, kicks the soil up with his back legs before finally peeing on every plant in site. I'm hoping the novelty of this wears off soon. He did however take this to a new level of naughtiness the other night, when he actually dug up one of the plants and tried to run off with it. Fortunately we were both in the garden and rescued the plant from a crazed and exhilarated Seb, who seemed to think this was a great new game. I have seen him do this once before when he was a tiny puppy. I had planted lots of pots with bedding flowers, only to come out an hour later and find them strewn over the lawn, soil all over the patio and an exhausted little puppy looking rather pleased with himself. Thankfully he never touches the plants in mum and dads garden, so hopefully this was just a moment of madness and will not happen again. Fingers crossed.

Percy the pigeon came into my kitchen the other day. I think it was because I had forgotten to fill up his bath, and he thought he could maybe use the sink instead. I was a little surprised to see him sitting on the window sill when I came into the kitchen from the garden, and quite alarmed when he kept repeatedly flying at the window in an effort to escape. Dad was with me at the time and like any good responsible parent, he chose to quickly run back into the garden and leave me standing there on my own. Seb did come sprinting in from the garden to help until he was told in no uncertain terms to GET BACK OUTSIDE (in that tone) before he made the situation ten times worse. Thankfully in the time it took me to go and get a big towel (which I was going to attempt to catch Percy with) he had managed to find the back door and flew up into the tree, where he stayed motionless and traumatised for the rest of the day. Next time, his bath will be ready and waiting.