Her nice tracks are still here, but they’re all empty these days.
Like most of our native fauna, Neil has the perfectly adapted and camouflaged coat… for catching most of our native fauna.
Survival of the fittest – only the smartest, quickest birdies get to live long and prosper in our danger zone.
After a very quiet winter inside, Neil realised he’s a long way from beach-ready.
Neil can not understand the stick fascination.
I don’t have the heart to tell him that HE is the stick fascination; we’ve (thanks Silva!) just trained Nicks to replace little twitchy animals with The Stick.
Neil has finally accepted this new lanky, muscular cat which has moved in may have some advantages.
He’s now spending more days down the back with us playing stick, and not being scared of those barking dogs. Or cats. These days, no strange cats seem to visit and hiss at Neil…
Here he did realise he was possibly going too far, venturing out into no-mans-land during daylight, while Nicks and I stopped at my back fence.
Does everything get rusty-coloured as it ages?
Maybe the vital greens and reds are left for the young?