Jules recovering from op - apparently she’d picked up something plastic which was of course totally indigestible so was irritating the crop, hence the constant gulping and stretching as she tried to dislodge it. All being well she’ll be home in a couple of days and be back to the serious business of clearing all that unsightly green stuff that’s cluttering up the garden and hiding all the worms…
Poor Jules xx. She is having a rough old time ovvit.
I, too, am wondering about the rest of our menagerie.
My day has been split between wedding stuff, treadmill, cooking, crosswords and trying to ignore the weather. Go me.
Good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
Glad you’ve got to the bottom of Jules’ problem. Best wishes for a speedy recovery. Puggie is well on the way thanks to our lovely vet Carla, tho she keeps a very wary eye on me in case I’ve got a loaded syringe!
It was too good to last, this hoovering up of the antibios. She made determined efforts this morning to bury them in the pile of post. This was after she had been sick twice, with a magnificent furball in the second offering. So they were introduced manually, as it were, and she has thus been in a filthy mood with me all day. She hasn’t seemed in terribly good fettle either, but we shall see. Second battle about to take place once I have crowbarred the dear Ma off the phone…
Poor wee Jules. Hope she does recover strongly and quickly and is soon back home to deal with the Grass Menace, bless her fevvers…
Good news re Puggie, but poor Pidge is not out of the woods, is she?
I must go to bed, but I send kindly thoughts to Fowl, Dog and Cat. And Fishy, for good measure.
Soo zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Had a horrible feeling it was going to turn out to be one of the vast range of tumours to which hens seem to be prone. We’ll know more tomorrow, but it sounds as if she should be able to make a full recovery. Trouble with hens is they’ll peck at anything if it looks as though it might be food.
My house is making odd noises at me, which I find unsettling. I am going to go to bed and ignore them. I am sure the cat will protect me from anything untoward. If it’s a sardine, for example.
I am being bravely guarded from Zombie Sardines and bogglins and fings wot go bump in the night. But my feet were in the prime guarding spot. They have been moved, as instructed. Yrs, scrunched up
Gus x
Quite a lot of fog on the road to/from Oxford last night. (No Yellow Warnings, though.) Some haze left today… Small tseepy birds have clearly decided it’s Spring. Ullo darlin’, etc.