If in doubt, peck.
If it’s still movin’ peck again.
If in doubt, peck.
If it’s still movin’ peck again.
Gorgeous!
And to add more shit to an already shitty few months, a fucking fox got Quackers on Saturday - we found him injured on the river. Brought him inside and dressed the wound, but I think shock finished him off. Florrie lost his glorious tail at the same time, so it looks as though Quackers and the roos put up a bit of a fight and managed to drive the bastard off. Came back yesterday and grabbed one of the ducks - this time we managed to scare it off and he dropped her. Shaken, but fortunately uninjured. All this on top of months of Grá’s health problems…
I’m very sorry to read this, joe. You’re having a very hard time of it and all I can offer is sympathy.
Soo xx
What she said. There is a shortage of useful words.
Hell’s bells. ![]()
Repeating what our Fishy and Gus said
And so am I. No words, only feelings.
Likewise. Words fail, thoughts and sympathies with you.