The Rescuers Final Reward

For animal lovers everywhere, a lovely tale to brighten your day, with maybe a little tear!

The happy Quitter!

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Of course, I know about the “Rainbow Bridge.” It’s a cute story that is supposed to cheer us up when we lose a furry friend, but until today I didn’t know there was a second part. The second part is for rescued animals and rescuers. 

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The farmer, the puppy and the little boy 

A lovely tale here from Jack Fussell. There’s plenty more where this came from. Go have a look!

Fighting Alzheimer's

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.
As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls.
He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,

he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve

got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here Dolly!” he…

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If you have never stopped by Kelly’s blog you are missing out on some beautiful glimpses of a life well lived and thoroughly enjoyed. Why not share in a bit of the joy?


I spend a lot of my spare time just watching the animals here. Most of the time, it is just for pure entertainment.Here is a goat playing King of the Castle…

She did that for a good hour, jumping on the back of any ewe that was lying down and challenging any lamb that came up to her.Or how about the ducks…

…that bravely linger by the dogs, stretching out their necks, hoping to sneak a piece of dog food. They use their beaks to nuzzle through the wool of resting ewes to find bits of grain in the winter; in the summer, they gingerly pick  flies off of their legs. The one in the picture was just poked in the eye.


Or those precious first moments, like this curious lamb that snuck up onto a sleeping Simmie. Note the little goat that was about to lay down with her.

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Excuse me Sir, Can I please come past?

The Cob was extra vigilant this morning


and, although he still found time to complete his ablutions, he kept a wary eye on me, and lashed out at those less wary passers by.


The Cygnets were their normal lovely, fluffy selves but were especially quiet.


Now there are only eight. Yesterday afternoon one of their sisters was attacked and killed by a dog.


Lets hope that the rest manage to survive to adulthood!


You can see more swan pictures:Hereherehereherehereand here



Do not disturb!

Last year a long term swan couple’s marriage was rent asunder when the pen was killed by a dog.

The cob was distraught and sailed forlornly up and down the canal looking for his wife. He disappeared for some considerable time and we all thought he had died of a broken heart, or had moved elsewhere to find solace.

We were overjoyed late last year when he reappeared with a new young lady friend and, eventually, they settled down to a leisurely life together.

I am pleased to announce that they are now actively nest sitting, although the cob is far more laid back than his wife.

Here he is snoozing and gently drifting:

While his wife keeps the nest warm:swannesting

I had a word and advised that he really ought to get back and help out:

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Whatever happened to Whatsisname?


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I go for a walk most days, and on the way I normally meet others going about their daily lives. Some I know by name, others by sight. Some are a once in a lifetime meeting.

What if one of these individuals ceases to be seen?

What has happened to them?

Quite often I am able to find out from some other acquaintance that “the man with the 2 black Labradors fell down a drain and wasn’t found for 2 weeks!” or some such tale. His dogs would, of course, have stayed faithfully by his side!

But what happens when a blogger disappears?

Have they given up their blog?

Are they taking a break?

Have they gone on an extended holiday to some exotic destination where there is no internet, or mobile coverage at all? If so, are they having severe withdrawal symptoms?

Have they taken holy orders?

How on earth am I to know?

I have agreed, with one of the bloggers I follow, that, should either of us die, we will come back to write a brief explanation of why we are no longer around. I really think that should be written into the terms and conditions of WordPress.

What say you?