12/5/25

It has been a while since I’ve been allowed on here. The Mistress is sick and unable to do much, so I finally have the freedom to pursue my interests. The stress from this caravan situation has taken its toll on her. They are now going to court, and this fellow is full of lies, pushing her too far. She had to explain to me what court means, and as a mere gnome, I find it all very complicated. She says this is called life.

I will just potter around here, focusing on my gnome business, while leaving her to improve. It is safer this way!

It’s the season of unpredictable weather patterns. High winds rock us around. The Mistress joked that the caravan might fly away like Mary Poppins, but we are still here today to tell the tale.

The village is quiet today, and there isn’t much for me to see from my prime position at the window. Occasionally, a bird flies by, making a dreadful noise. The plovers are worried about their nest down the drive, as one bird constantly sits on the eggs while the others signal whenever a predator is nearby. The humans have been observed very closely. Those birds don’t like gnomes strutting around either. A few of us went down there recently to take a look, and the plovers seemed concerned about our intentions. All we wanted was to see those eggs. There are three, according to the humans. I wish they would hurry up and hatch. I have never seen a young bird before; indeed, the birds must know that letting all species know about their arrival is essential. After all, we are all neighbors. They must understand that it is important to inform all species about the arrival; we are all neighbors. 

Those miserable days are not good for golf either. His Lordship watches the weather forecast to see if it will affect his play. This is serious business; luckily, he hasn't missed many days. We would never hear the end of it, she reckons. 

This fella has even been duck shooting recently. He was with 8 people on a huge pond, and those birds didn't stand a chance of escaping. They all camped there for the weekend at the beginning of the season. I recall the figure being about 160. This is so cruel for these birds, who fear humans. Fancy putting a decoy out for them. Now we have some body parts in the freezer for friends who put their orders in. 

The Mistress and I got busy preparing food for him. It was a busy day in this kitchen, and there was so much food for the four days.






Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Image
29/12/24 I have been unable to get on the computer for the past few days. The Mistress has been quite stroppy, and I am far from amused. She seems to pay more attention to the resident cat, who now sits on the arm of her chair. Today, she wrote an email to the cat's human family, and she told the cat this, so the cat put her paw on the Mistress's wrist while writing. What next, I ask you. These two are constantly chatting with each other, and each knows what the other is saying.  Regarding the birds outside, Tabitha is in complete control, with the birds screeching. She does have success at times, and sometimes the Mistress calls her to stop and come inside, which she does, of course.  For several nights now, she has enjoyed being brushed and sending Tabitha into a state of pure bliss. However, she doesn't spend time with me, and I get jealous. It is a tough life being a mere Gnome. Tabitha This cat waltzes past me during the night and is not aware I am watching her....
Read more
Image
25/10/24 The humans are melting today and spilling everywhere, making this caravan untidy . They keep saying bad weather is coming, but they are wrong, as I can feel the fine weather in my bones. The onset of night seems to stir a restlessness in the humans. They toss and turn, their covers in disarray, creating a scene of disorder. Yet, this peculiar behavior only fuels my curiosity, prompting me to explore other aspects of this world. Amidst the snoring of other humans, I found myself drawn to adventure. Gizmo was having a grand time in the water feature, so I left him to it. I set out to find those pedal bikes I had seen the other day. I yearned to sit in them and dream of having longer legs and the mischief I could get up to. Being a mere Gnome is tough, but I'm always ready for a new adventure. Despite the challenges, I persevered. The night was long, the place vast, and the campers numerous. Some even left their smelly shoes outside their door. But I didn't let it get to ...
Read more
  10/2/25 Yesterday, the humans went out for the day, and we thought they forgot to come home. It was a lovely day, so we went to the vegetable patch. We had to go the back way, down two fence lines. There were humans around, and we couldn't be seen. It was such a long way for our little legs.  Someone dug in the garden, so we went in another direction, as it was huge, and we wouldn't be seen. This limited what we could do, however. Playing amongst the potatoes and tickling them under the pile of dirt was highly entertaining. Throwing them at each other made us fall over and lose our footing. A quick brush down made us sneeze as it was so dusty. Such hard work, we thought. When we had enough, we headed back via the long route. There were humans all over the place. When the coast was clear, we would get to the next place, hide in the shade, rest our weary legs, then move on to the next.  The humans I live with are getting tetchy about this caravan debacle. The Mistres...
Read more