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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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5 comments:
I don't know what a mirabelle tree looks like, so I'm curious, now, about mirabelle stones (and how they might decorate fox poo).
I didn't know foxes ate fruit!
:)
Our dog Fang (scary name but a gentle soul he was) once ate the red leather bowtie from atop my mother's houseshoe. It came out perched atop the poo pile and was a topic of conversation in the neighborhood for years after.
PS: I forgot Aesop's fable, The Fox and the Grapes.
Senior moments are awful.
:)
Foxes eat anything I think, they certainly like fruit, and maize cobs too. You can usually see what they've been eating by their poo! A mirabelle tree is just a rather delicate, shrubby looking plum tree. There's a hedge of them planted a mile or two down the road, and they're fruiting well at the moment. They aren't really native hereabouts.
R - that made me laugh! There was that Cranford story about the cat that ate the precious lace collar...
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