In a complete change in the weather here is Harry and Rocket appearing through the mist. I know the English always talk about the weather but really - wind, rain. hail, coldness - heating on? heating off? Pocket has complained and asked why are the pipes that run under the floorboards in the bathroom where he likes to have his morning nap turned off? Really it is quite bitter lying there now.
Now this BTW is not the same fox from the wildlife hospital that appeared in my last blog. This is a vixen that was involved in an R T A . I find the use of acronyms slightly annoying but this one is AKA Road Traffic Accident. At least it wasn't a GSW AKA Gunshot Wound or we'd have had to call in an FI AKA forensic investigator and put her in a VPU. I shan't go on and no I didn't watch Line of Duty on the BBC.
Although I would dearly have loved to have taken the fox home with me to recover I was given a crow without a tail and another rook without an eye. The rook bless it was found down a rabbit hole on Watership Down. Its left wing and leg and eye have all been damaged but there is hope given time it will recover. As it was found down a rabbit hole I was tempted to call her Alice but as yet have resisted naming her/him. No one knows what it was doing in the hole but probably trying to escape something that had wounded its left side. The other rook with one eye successfully flew away and I have to admit after transferring the crow with no tail to my shade tunnel it hopped out the door so fast I couldn't catch it. It can't fly without a tail but boy can it hop! I followed it to a tree and watched its spectacular ascent up the branches to the very top. I hope it survives - its obviously hopped down as its no longer up there but they are so intelligent I think until its feathers grow back it will do very well. When I first put it in the shade tunnel I was worried about it getting up to the branches that I put in there. I leant a small ladder up to the table top and within minutes it had worked out how to hop up each rung, onto the table and from there onto all the branches.
Dear Rocket - no wonder he doesn't hear me as he chases after a deer and I try to call him back. When we got him I hadn't realised his ears came in a separate box.
A dying man.
Today I saw a dying man.
You look well I said.
I’m dying he said, how can that be?
I’m too young to die.
I enquired as to his age.
Eighty two he said.
My mother died in this bed too
and she was older than me.
What a bummer
What a bugger
Would you like a sherry?
I have to drive I said.
No thank you he said.
I thought you’d come on a horse.
Today I saw a dying man.
How long ?I asked
Between 6 and 12 weeks
And I’ve already had three of them.
We look out at the view.
A hospital garden shrouded in mist.
What will you do with it? I say.
These weeks you’ve been given.
I’ll get on with the dying he said.
We’re all dying I thought but didn’t say.
His sister had summoned the priest
And brought holy water for the ill from Lourdes
Though he didn’t believe
When she’d gone away
He put it on the poinsettia by the window sill.
The nurse brings in lunch.
We couldn’t tell the icecream
from the mashed potato.
I should go I said.
I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.
I’ll see you again I said.
You look well.