Seen on my morning walk #2

I met a poorly squirrel

now what could rhyme with that

I asked what she was doing there

and then we had a chat

Suggested she move somewhere safe

and not stay on the ground

I even helped her start to climb

close by where she was found

I came back later she was there

looking much the same

I do not think that she’ll survive

it really is a shame!

Rapid rhyme #33/ Melissa the mouse

I talk to them, they talk to me

in easy stages one two three

First greet them with a bright “Good Day”

and ask them if they’ve time to stay

Then if they have, ask how they are

and have they had to travel far

Are they alone or with their spouse

Do they live in a hole or house

It’s truly magic, meeting friends

the joys of walking show no ends

 

Some of you may know that I go for a walk most days.  I talk to the trees and anything else I encounter along the way.  In these days of Covid I have changed my route and now I mostly go through fields, woodland, along the river and canal.  I stay away from roads and people as much as possible!

Today I had a real bonus meeting and conversation.  Apart from the cattle, horses, swans, spiders, grasshoppers, and birds, that is.

I quite often come across a dead mouse, or vole, and that’s what I saw this morning, and then……she moved.  It was a teeny tiny mouse, and her name was Melissa.  I know that for a fact because she told me.  You may think me a little potty, nuts, crazy, or whatever.  I don’t care.

I asked Melissa if I could take a few photographs to remember her by, and she agreed.  In fact she was quite happy and so that her friends on Mousebook could see what a big girl she is she asked if I could put a Pound coin alongside her to compare with. A pound coin is 23.43mm diameter.  That is 0.922 inches in old money!

Melissa was exploring her neighbourhood for the first time but couldn’t remember how old she was.   Baby mice grow up very quickly.  After just six days, they have fur and can move and squeak.  After 18 days, they are ready to leave the nest.  Female mice can start having babies when they are just six weeks old.  They can produce 10 litters every year, with up to 12 babies in each litter.

She soon went back to the nest which was accessed by a small hole in the ground.  Another of her siblings popped his head out to say a quick hello but disappeared and didn’t want his photograph taken.

Seriously though, folks, isn’t she gorgeous.  So much so that I am not sharing her space with any other friends I met today.

Lundi limerick #76

OK, I have to admit defeat. There is, apparently, no village, town, or city in the UK that starts with an X!

There are plenty that start with EX, such as:

Exe – Somerset
Exe – Devon
Exeter – Devon
Exley – Calderdale
Exminster – Devon
Exmoor – Somerset
Exmouth – Devon
Exnaboe – Shetland Islands
Exning – Suffolk
Exted – Kent
Exton – Hampshire

Although the great google in the sky says that Exe exists in both Devon and Somerset I can only find the River Exe, which I was aware of.

It rises at Exe Head, near the village of Simonsbath, on Exmoor in Somerset, 5.2 miles from the Bristol Channel coast, but flows more or less directly due south, so that most of its length lies in Devon. It is 35 miles long.

The longest river in the UK is the River Severn which is 220 miles long and has the greatest flow in England and Wales. It has been the source of a great deal of flooding recently.

Not that any of this gives me a limerick, so here goes.

 

Sexy-Sadie from Exe in Devon

thought she’d died and ended in heaven

but sad to recall

she had suffered a fall

and was drowning quite fast in the Severn

 

Lundi limerick #52

 

Aardvarks have very poor sight

and eat many termites each night

50,000 they say

then they sleep through the day

after washing them down with a Sprite.

 

(they don’t really drink Sprite, but the 50,000 is accurate!)

Well, I’ve gone from A to Z and back again with animal, birds, and insect limericks. What to do next week? Answers please on the back of a £50 note!

I talk to the trees………..

This popped up in my Facebook “memories” today. I thought it may be of interest, even though it is rather a long read.

Peter's pondering

Not only do I talk to the trees, I talk to all manner of things.

Each morning I go for a walk.

I have various routes, but all take in fields, woodland, the River Erewash, the Erewash canal, bridges, a main road, and suburban streets.

Some days I hardly see a living soul, others I see far too many!

My normal route takes me down my road, which has only some 9 houses. At the bottom of the road I have my first conversation, with a brazen hussy who rolls on the ground and will not let me pass before she is satisfied. Somewhere close by her brother will be watching. He is more timid and undemanding. Their Mummy lives at the end house and thinks they are both boys!

I explain that I have to get on, and continue on my way. She follows, then runs ahead. It is…

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