I managed a quick meal between games.
I have been out all day, and MasterB was flatteringly pleased to see me. He wanted to play. So he has been doing athletic leaps and dives after various toys I have tossed in the air; chased convincingly after bouncy things, and then left them like a footballer who sees the ball is going out of play; been very competitive in a game of tug of war with the multicoloured string that was once wrapped around a mouse toy until Mother unravelled it; headbutted, purred and enjoyed some rumbustious playfighting. Now he has gone out into an evening where the weather has anticipated Wimbledon by around ten days. Yes, tonight it is grey and damp in London.
Yesterday, I downloaded a couple of apps onto the iPad for him to play with. Nephew had assured me that his friend’s cat loves them. MasterB watched, but didn’t seem to understand that he was supposed to pat the screen, or rather he did pat the screen a couple of times, getting a rather miserly score, but seemed disinclined to repeat the performance. String is evidently superior.
I don’t know if there are apps to entertain chickens yet. This littel hen was hard to photograph as she was on the go the whole time. She’s a rare breed, but I don’t know which one. She has wonderfully feathered ankles.
These two sweet-faced donkeys were more compliant. The grass helped of course.
Papa llama was on the alert, watching the footpath, while Mama and Baby relaxed in the long grass.
Despite the dull skies, it stayed dry, and the vibrancy of the flowers made up for the colourless heavens.