Saturday, December 28, 2019

rosie gives us a scare

Well, we're not entirely sure what happened, however yesterday we had to take Rosie to the vet as an emergency as something terrible had happened to her mouth. Her gum had come away form the jaw bone on one side. But she was in no pain or discomfort, and virtually no blood, just a tiny spot. I initially thought her tongue was hanging out, then I realized what I was looking at was the inside of her gum.

The vet had no idea and asked if she could have been shot, which is impossible. He rather gruesomely showed us how there was a massive hole through to the other side. We could already see that the gum had come away.

The vet thought that she had somehow pierced her gum and an infection formed which then burst. He said he thought the original injury would have happened four days ago. 

Something bursting would explain how we suddenly noticed it. There's no way we could have missed something like that otherwise.

So the only thing we could think of is the orange tree, as that has some nasty spikes and maybe she chewed a branch. Either that or something blew into our patio during the storms. The weather has been so bad we haven't been for any walks, so we knew it was impossible she picked up anything outsid e.

So the vet literally reconstructed her gum by sewing it all back together and we bought her home. The challenge now it to get it all to mend. She's being fed with a syringe to try to keep it as clean as possible. 

She seems completely happy and normal, so what ever it was didn't affect her, nor does this pretty horrendous surgery seem to have set her back at all.  Here she is complete with napkin ready for another syringe of chickpea and egg puree! I am amazed at how normal she is now looking. Hopefully we can keep it infection free and stop her from knocking it and it will repair well.


Before we noticed Rosie's jaw, we'd been for a picnic
 Look how low the water level still is. We have sat on the platform o the right with the water up to the edge.

Alk the rain we had was literally a drop in the reservoir!

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Monsters!

I've been trying to draw a monster (or creature) a day. Actually, it's to draw anything, however I am really best at things where there's no real life comparison! 

I hope to do 365 days of sketches next year (or is it a leap year?), So I've been breaking my self in with a few monsters! Ian used to enjoy his daily photos, and said his photography improved when he was doing it, so it may help my drawing too!

Friday, December 13, 2019

"Hello Mummy, I'm a lovebird"

Ludvig is combining words and phrases, which is resulting in some smiles. This morning he greeted me with 'Hello mummy, I'm a lovebird", which Ian said sounded like a Barry White song (perhaps, but not sure about the Hello Mummy side of things).

He does say 'Lovely lovebirds' quite a lot, which veers between a very sweet voice and being slightly sinister. 

I think he's saying things in order too. In the morning, I feed millie, pixie and horace and call their names in that order. Horace is always last as I feed him by hand, and I've noticed the last couple of mornings, I've had a little echo as I say Horace's name.

We intend to teach him how to count, but I think that comes later, at the moment he is still developing his mimicking skills.

Ludvig has also had us both worried by his coughing, he appeared to be going into long fits of coughing - and then we realized that I've actually had a bit of a cough and he's copying that. I hope he stops that though, as it does sound worrying. We'd both independently googled 'coughing parrot' finding that this was quite a common concern with owners of talking parrots - when they hear their parrot mimic a cough for the first time.

But although Ludvig looks like he's going to be a talker, I don't think he's going to be a dancer. Cockatoos are very dancey - but African Greys are more gentle head-nodders than dancers.

Apparently some parrots love to dance and bounce around to music - surely something they don't do in the wild, but parrots and many other birds do have a sense of rhythm. They will match their actions to a beat even when it changes. There must be a reason for it in nature...

This video sums it up pretty well - the white fluffy thing is a baby cockatoo, dancing all over the place, and the Ludvig-alike is an African Grey - totally ignoring the dancing cockatoo! I think that would be Ludvig's reaction too if he were to see a bouncing baby parrot.


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

The D Word

Here's something we don't often say - we've been decluttering.

Hopefully we'll move at some point in the not-too-distant future, and as such, it's time to declutter and get rid of some of the things we've been hoarding.

We had a go at decluttering once before, when we spent about three hours debating whether to keep or throw away an empty jam jar - deciding in the end to keep it 'just in case' (of what....??) and that was the rather unsatisfying end to our cluttering experience.

The problem is, because we have a big house, we've plenty of space to keep all the things that sensible people throw away - like empty boxes or broken lights - in the misguided hope that we'll actually do something with them!

So now, we're being committed and a surprising amount of 'stuff' has already found its way to the bin - and we haven't even started on the barns yet :) But even so, I don't think we could be called minimalists!


Sunday, December 08, 2019

in case we forget her name...


And here's a nice pic of Sam, who is pretty much back to his normal odd self again!

Wednesday, December 04, 2019

almonds


The result of our almond picking adventures earlier in the year. It took ages to deskin them and then dehull them. And so much waste!! We ended up with abou a tenth of what we had carried back. No wonder there are so many left wild in the countryside, so much easier to buy them ready prepared!

Ludwig supervising again

ludvig watching me closely. He's waiting for me to say something he can copy!

Monday, December 02, 2019

From tiny acorns...

There's currently a program being run to collect 25 million acorns! This is to reforest the parts of spain which have become deforested (?) People are being encouraged to go into the countryside and pick acorns over the next three weekends.

This is the fourth year of doing it - the shame of it is that oaks must be the slowest growing tree, so it won't be for many generations that people see the benefit.

But, from tiny acorns...

Thursday, November 21, 2019

When will it ever stop...

It's been raining since Sunday, and the first proper rain we've had this year - however, already Ian and I are sat shivering and moaning 'when will it ever stop...' - we seem to have become very lightweight in the past few years!

In fact, we have become so lightweight, we lit a fire last night, which is the earliest we have lit a fire since we've been here. But, that was largely to do with the fact we got rained on during our morning walk  and it started raining at the furthest point from the house - so we returned wet and miserable and couldn't really get warm for the rest of the day and couldn't get our clothes dry.

Daisy, who is generally quite a fearless dog, was actually scared of the fire, and spent much of the evening outside the door, occasionally peeking in to see if it was still there.

Sam continues to be odd. I think he is probably coming close to the end of his days, however he generally still has a good quality of life, but with definitely odd episodes. But, he generally surprises us and I sometimes wonder if we will be here in five years time, still having the same debate about him. 

Friday, November 08, 2019

Whose Parrot Is It Anyway...

If this isn't already a highly successful TV game, it most certainly should be :)

The panel listen to three talking parrots and listen to three families and then guess which parrot lives with which family.

Ludvig's talent for imitating barks, meows, plus the way he mimics us, would make it pretty clear which household he lives with.

Now, all I need to do is to find the commissioning editor for parrot programs...

Monday, November 04, 2019

Sam and his echo

Poor Sam is looking, and probably feeling, his age. Over the summer he has turned into a proper elderly dog, a little unsteady on his legs and generally just looking more senior. We're not really sure how old he is, but, thanks to the blog, I know exactly when we found him https://pullens.blogspot.com/2007/12/stray.html

I wonder if the frailty in his legs is a throwback to his original injury when we found him.

It's difficult really to tell how Sam is, as he's always been an odd dog and while he's only had one seizure we're aware of over the last several years, he does definitely have periods when he is exceptionally odd.

Last week he took a tumble and gave a painful sounding yelp when he moved. Of course this coincided with a national holiday so we weren't easily able to get him to the vet. But fortunately, with some rest, he was soon much better.

I don't think the situation was helped by the fact that Sam would insist on cramming himself into a tiny dog bed which I'd got for Horace - when he later would unfold himself out of the dog bed, he'd be even stiffer than he was originally.

However, since then, Ian and I have been kept on our toes by Ludvig, who does an unnervingly realistic rendering of Sam's yelp. More than once he's set us off on a trail to find Sam and see what's a matter with him, only to find him sleeping soundly in the improbably small dog bed.

Ludvig picked up Sam's yelp very quickly as he only did it a couple of times on the day he took his tumble.  There's obviously some noises he picks up on and learns quickly.


Friday, October 25, 2019

Sour

I've been making sourdough bread! The first few were a little like pancakes, however this one came out really well.



Unlike 'normal' bread, sourdough bread no yeast is used, instead is made with a starter which contains wild yeast. I have to keep feeding it to keep it active (a bit like ginger beer). The starter is just flour and water, which, after a while starts to ferment as the natural yeast takes hold. it's all quite interesting, and now the bread no longer looks like door stops, quite rewarding!

This was with the remains of the cheese we had for Ian's birthday. I know I have said this before, however, while our eyes water as we walk out of the shop saying 'we spent THAT MUCH on cheese...', it does last a long time and probably works out more economical than buying smaller blocks of cheap cheese over time. I think because our celebration cheese are always more tasty than normal cheese, we eat less of it too, which is why it lasts so long.

Ludvig's latest words are 'you're fabulous' - he picked this up really quickly, although he's not quite perfect with it yet. We're wondering whether to try to teach him colours or to count, or whether he is too young yet. Very difficult not to walk round smiling when there's a little voice shouting 'you're fabulous' at the top of his voice!!!


Monday, October 21, 2019

Daisy's Hair Cut

We cut Daisy's hair this week. I was going to take her to a groomer to do it, however we thought we'd give it a go here first.

She does look a bit raggedy, and there are some ends to tidy up - but as long as she doesn't look in a mirror, I don't think she'll mind too much!



I had originally thought I would do it myself, however it quickly turned into a two-person job - with one of us wrestling her still, the other stood in front of her trying to divert her attention with a little treat of something - which left both of us with no hands to actually do the trimming!

I have read several times (written by dog trimmer manufacturers, no doubt) that dogs love being trimmed and spending quality time with their owners. Well, all I can say to that is none of our dogs have ever shown the slightest bit of delight in spending quality time with us while being trimmed!!

Happily, Daisy will only need trimming one time a year, so next year we'll definitely take her to the groomer to do it!

Sunday, October 20, 2019

'Don't be so ridiculous'

Alexa rather surprised us and Ludvig when she told him 'don't be so ridiculous' - not sure what she heard him say!

We 'think' he's starting to say more things in context. We think he says 'bye bye' when either we walk out of the room or when he is moved from one room to another. He also seems to tell Wilbur and Pixie off respectively for barking.

Unfortunately what he doesn't do yet is tell us when he wants something - other than parrot pops, but I'm not sure if that's just because he likes saying the words.

Happily, unlike poor Larry, Ludvig is very good eating his pellets. This means he gets a well-balanced diet, and while I give him fresh food every day, I'm hard-pressed to find any food he really really loves. Which is a shame as it would make training him easier. He does favour sunflower seeds, but I'd rather not treat him with those incase he becomes hooked on them.

I did give Ludvig half a pomegranate, and his cage looked like something from a horror film - with splashes of red everywhere. The pomegranate juice also made the bars of his cage sticky, so some feathers also stuck to the side of his cage - which added to the apocalyptic atmosphere!

Ludvig has two play times a day, and he appears to like nothing better than nibbling Ian. I looked at Ian yesterday and he appeared to be wearing a lace t-shirt, which I thought was odd. However on close inspection, it is where there were lots of little parrot bites all over it!

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Tiny Fruit Harvest

in both senses... This must be the smallest pomegranate:


And this is a harvest of pomegranate, black grapes and apples. Perhaps a bit of watering wouldn't have gone amiss.



However, when it comes to prickly pears we have a tremendous harvest - what a shame they are so painful to do anything with!



Monday, September 23, 2019

Oh dear, I guess it was inevitable...

Ludvig has started talking to the electronic devices - and they are talking to him back! I first noticed it on Saturday, when he was happily chattering away to himself, only for Alexa to join in, surprising us all with the fact that koalas eat 500 gms of leaves a day. I'm not sure what Alexa heard Ludvig say, but needless to say, Ludvig was only slightly more bemused than us by Alexa's pronouncement on koala leaf consumption.

He has now started saying 'hey google' and being informed that Google can't help him right now and for him to check the internet connection. Luckily we don't have any smart devices, like lights he can switch on and off or doors he can lock. I had thought that smart devices were a great idea, however living with a talking parrot has dulled my enthusiasm for them rather! If I had to call the police saying 'help, my parrot has locked me out the house' I think they would just think that there was a failure in translation somewhere...


Monday, September 16, 2019

The sun always shine on the righteous...

...so what does the fact it rains practically every fiesta tell us! After MONTHS without rain, we had rain for the first time at about 11 pm on Friday, just as the fiesta to celebrate Mary, mother of all pain and sorrows, was about to kick off. The weather remained bad until half-past eight yesterday morning, when the brass band headed around the village to ensure that fiesta goers had plenty of time to wake up and to get ready for church. Given that the fiesta officially ends at 7.30 in the morning, and the brass band starts clattering round the village an hour later, I can't help thinking the priest is having a bit of a laugh at this point.

The weather stayed sunny for the procession, only to go overcast again later.

The schools start back this week, the swimming pool has closed and there's a feeling of summer coming to an end again - even though the temperatures are still in the 30s.

We missed the terrible storms that hit a lot of Spain last week. It seems like this year we missed both the heatwave of earlier in the summer and the storms of last week.

Wilbur is so much better now. When it's a little cooler, I plan to take him for short walks to build his strength back up.

Here's a picture of Daisy. She must be pretty much full grown now. While she is a waterdog, she doesn't have any waterdog type tendencies. If Rosie sees a puddle she tries to get in it, but Daisy just ignores it. I've seen photos of other waterdogs jumping and playing in water, but Daisy has no interest. She also doesn't seem to have a 'fetch' instinct. Yesterday Ian and I took her out with a frisbee - which resulted in Ian throwing the frisbee while I ran for it and visa versa, while Daisy sat and watched!

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Bye Bye Daddy

Ludvig said 'bye bye Daddy' to Ian before bed last night. I'm not sure if that was a coincidence or if he is starting to learn to say words in context.

He's mastered 'I'm feeling happy' although he did get stuck on 'I'm feeling happ...' for a while. He could say 'I'm happy', but ran out of steam with the last syllable on  'I'm feeling happy'.

He surprised Horace by saying 'good boy hozzers'.

Here he says 'good morning' 'I'm happy' a few variations on 'good boy wilbs/wilbie', 'time for play', a bit of barking and a few 'whistles'.



The car passed its MOT yesterday, which is good for another year. We were a bit worried as there was a lot of standing around looking at the engine (which reminded us of the dreaded 'string' episode in Llerena). There was a rattle which they heard - but it was where some rubber had come away from something and nothing that was fail-worthy. We will get it replaced though in case it is important.

Monday, August 19, 2019

Dark Mornings, Shooting Stars and Grapes

It's this time of year when the darker mornings really become apparent. We're probably used to it now, however the majority of our morning walk now happens in the dark and I think when the moon goes from the morning sky in a week or so, we'll be back to taking a torch out with us.

That does mean that we see a lot of shooting stars. Admittedly, I don't think we saw a huge number during the Perseus meteor shower last week - but we do see them regularly. Yesterday, I saw one that lasted long enough for me to tell Ian to look to the left to see the shooting star. Shame it was on the right...

Ian has a habit of manifesting shooting stars, he looks up and one shoots over. Just like a Disney film.

Daisy is now 6 months old. Here's a picture of her when she was helping Ian to power wash the patio. Here she's looking a bit bedraggled:


And here she's looking a bit scary, but it's not often we see her eyes!


And as an antidote to her looking scary - here's a pic showing that she can be still and quiet - sometimes for seconds....


And it's grape picking time! We've got a quite a few this year and they are very tasty. I've picked the first batch, but we have many more to come.


Ludvig is continuing to chatter away. He's mastered 'whistle for me' and is now learning 'I'm feeling happy'. 'Whistle for me' is the first thing he will learn in context as we can whistle back to him. Hopefully this will teach him that when he says certain words he can get a response. 

Saturday, August 10, 2019

Wilbur, Peach Trees, Pinning Parrots and Pixie

Wilbur gave us a scare a few weeks ago when he appeared to be losing strength in his legs. We took him to the vet who wondered if he had slipped and sort of splayed his legs, pulling muscles. So he gave him painkillers, anti inflammatories and some vitamins. I must admit I didn't hold out much hope. Poor Wilbs couldn't really walk up the vet's driveway and his front paws kept turning over.

However, I'm pleased to say that it did work, and he is much better now, gaining strength and much more like himself. The challenge is keeping him calm. While he likes nothing else than lying down and snoozing the day away, he does get excited when we come home or if he things there may be a doggie chocolate drop around - or hears the crack of a yogurt pot.

The vet also suggested we put down a rug for him to lie on, rather than the slippy floors. We did, but he prefers the floor. Needless to say all the others piled on the rug. We had an old one from Bridge Cottage upstairs and found that moths had got to it - so it will remain as a pup rug until it gets thrown out.

We've not got him some herbal medication - like we used for Herbie a few years ago. He get some of it every day in a little yogurt with doggy choc drops on top. I am sure I could get him to eat any medicine if it was dressed up this way!

I noticed the other day that - for the first time in 14 years - we had a massive number of peaches on our peach tree this year. In previous yeats it's been doomed - once when we let it fry, not realizing how hot our patio gets, once when Basil ate all the peaches on it before we could get to it, another year the birds got the flowers...

Just as I was planning how we would use our massive peach harvest - our prickly pear which is the size of a small skyscraper - fell on it, crushing it under its evil prickly pads. I 'think' the tree will be OK - but the peaches will all be covered in the evil prickles, plus we'll need industrial strength gloves etc to get to the peaches.

I'd actually recently said to Ian how worrying our prickly pear was - it looked like something that came out of Day of the Triffids.



Here's another pic of Ludvig. In case it appears that Ian wears the same clothes in all the Ludvig pics, it's because he has a Ludvig-jacket. Ludvig likes to chew at Ian's clothes, so he wears the same top which Ludvig can have fun with. I did sew a lot of parrot toys onto a jumper for him, however neither Ian nor Ludvig were particularly impressed.

When Ludvig is learning, his eyes 'pin' which means he is concentrating. His pupils expand and contract, a bit like a camera lens trying to focus.

He is really a chatty little bird and it's impossible not to smile when listening to him. We've tried something new this week and we're teaching him 'whistle for me' so we can see how long it takes for him to learn something new. So far he's got to 'wait for me'.

And poor Pixie's fur is still not coming back. The vet can't find any medical reason for the fur loss, so we've got some vitamin supplements which may help - but I think it's unlikely. The vet has said to keep her out of the sun, and to make a little jacket or coverall to cover her if she does go out.

I can't think she'll like that much!!!

Thursday, August 01, 2019

Bat Bat Bird

We're at the height of 'bat, bat, bird', when bats and birds are out flying around at the same time. We are seeing them both in the morning and in the evening.

I think we must be either walking a different route, or going at a different time, however this year we are definitely seeing a lot more bats in the morning. And ones of very different sizes.

The ones that fly over the house are quite a lot bigger than the ones we see in the fields - which, of course, led to a Google search to find out more about bats of Extremadura.

Interestingly, there are 23 different types of bat in Extremadura, and I think we must definitely see  couple of different types. The ones in the country are a lot smaller and we see them going in and out of the oak trees, so it would appear they must nest in hollows inside the tree trunks. The ones we see in the village, I think must live in buildings.

Ian has noticed that the wings appear different on some of the ones we see flying over the house - so there's probably two different types. I found this bat identyfier on the national history museum website - so I'll be looking to see if I can find one in Spain, so we can identify which bats we see.

https://www.nhm.ac.uk/content/dam/nhmwww/take-part/identify-nature/bats-in-flight-id-guide.pdf

Friday, July 26, 2019

If Trevor Howard and Mr Punch had a baby....

it would sound just like Ludvig!

Ludvig chatters most when he is on his own. He will speak with us, however it is when he is on his own that he really chatters - therefore most meal times, when he is on his own we are currently serenaded by a little voice saying 'I love you'.

He seems to have a very 1940s British accent. And both Ian and I independently said he sounded just like Trevor Howard in Brief Encounter. I'm not even sure that Trevor Howard did say 'I love you' - but if he did say it, while doing a Mr Punch impersonation, then that's Ludvig.

It is impossible not to smile with Ludvig. One of his other new noises is a wolf whistle - goodness knows where that came from as I certainly don't wolf whistle, as far as I know, neither does Ian ;)

But it is still quite flattering to be out watering the plants and to get a little wolf whistle or to have someone say 'I love you', even if it is from a Trevor Howard/Mr Punch sounding parrot.

Ludvig is getting quite adventurous with his speaking and is mixing up sentences. Yesterday he surprised us with 'I love you, parrot pop' (which is his parrot ice lolly he has in the afternoon) and I think he may also have asked the parrot pop to 'play me a tune'.

When he starts to say a word or phrase, he begins with making a noise which follows the cadence and then that develops into the word. At the moment, he is making a noise which sounds like 'Petal' - which it obviously isn't - so we're waiting to see what that ends up as.

His barking is all too realistic. The other morning we came back from our walk and I could hear Pixie barking in the house - which I thought was odd as she was with us!

He also mimics my sneezing  - which, again, is quite odd as I don't sneeze very much. But it certainly sounds like me!


We do have to be mindful of what we say in front of him...!!

Monday, July 22, 2019

Daisy at dawn

Here's Daisy enjoying burning off some energy in the morning. She is very sweet - but she is a bit of a lummox. If there was a scale with sleek greyhounds at one end, with their streamlined elegance and speed, Daisy would be at the other end. She could never sneak up on anything as it's like a heard of elephants when she approaches. I'm not sure how she manages to sound so loud - as she isn't a big dog, but she certainly thuds along!






Thursday, July 18, 2019

Play me a tune...

Here's Ludvig practising 'My name's Ludvig' and 'Play me a tune, mummy...'



and here's Ian wresting Ludvig. The plan was, Ludvig would sit quietly on his shoulder - Ludvig had other ideas...



and here's Ian again with Ludvig

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Semi nocturnal life...

Thanks to Daisy's conviction that any noise, however small, is an invitation to get up and play, we were out on our morning walk this morning at just gone 6, which this time of year is only just getting light.

As we went out the house I was reminded of the strange semi-nocturnal life that people lead. It was busier at that time than any other - people walking dogs, walking sheep, tractors in the fields, cyclists...

Come four o'clock this afternoon, and the village will be like a ghost town for four or five hours.

One thing that I've noticed this year is that we haven't seen the road watering lorry. There used to be a lorry which watered the unmade roads to help keep down the dust, but I don't think it is running any more. Last year the road to the cemetery was tarmaced and I think that must have been the last unmade road to be surfaced within the village, so I guess that means that they don't need the road waterer any more.

When we moved here, there were very few hard-surfaced roads. We've seen a few changes...

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Rain dust and new street lights

Woke up this morning to find we had rain dust last night. We've had it before, but previously it's been pink where it's come from the Sahara, last night's was grey, so I guess that means it's come from somewhere else in North Africa. How we know is the patio, well everything, is full of 2p sized drops of dust.

Yesterday was an odd day, complete grey and very hot - but with no storms. Normally when it's like that we get electric storms, but this time we just had the dust rain.

The highlight of the week has undoubtedly been the discovery that the new streetlights on the road to the cemetry have movement censors.  The first time we walked past, we just thought it was a flickering light, as we were aware the light had changed, but hadn't really twigged as to what it was doing. However, as we walked down the road, it was soon apparent that as we walked past a streetlight it brightened.

That has obviously given us hours of fun, trying to discover where the trigger zone is...

I wonder if they'll be replacing other lights in the village with movement censor lights.

Ludvig continues to entertain us with new words. In the afternoon he has a little 'parrot pop', which is a bottle cap I fill with fruit juice and freeze. I'm hoping this will be the first thing he learns to say in context. He has learned to hold the parrot pop with his claw and then lick it like we would like an ice lolly.

Here are two action shots of Daisy. She's very good off the lead and enjoys running around, but doesn't stray too far...



Saturday, June 29, 2019

A fig mistake...

One morning this week I noticed that one of the fig trees we see on our morning walk was covered in rich, ripe figs. As we've learned from experience, picking figs is a sticky job, particularly if we're popping our scrumped findings in pockets, and as we were about as far away from home as we could be on this walk, we decided to wait till the next day and bring a bag and do it properly.

So, the next morning I filled the bag with lovely figs and we had great plans for all sorts of figgy delights (I've overcome my fig aversion - although now I've reminded myself of it.... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fig_wasp) . But when Ian cut open a fig, it was dry and bitter inside.

On closer inspection, our entire haul was like that :(

What we had forgotten is there are two fig harvests in a year and the first one isn't edible.

No wonder there were so many figs on the tree, no one else was scrumping them and even the wildlife was giving them a wide berth.

While it's summer hot here at the moment, the heatwave is passing us by...



...which is good. 

However, it is warm enough for the village swimming pool to open, which it does this weekend!

Friday, June 21, 2019

Blast from the past...

I found this photo of Ian and Basil when I was looking for something. No wonder the little old ladies used to cross themselves when they first saw Basil! This reminded me of how he would squeeze into the most unlikely places, he had no idea of how big he was!


Here's a picture of Daisy running through the grass. She's not a great fan of the dry grass, I think it is probably prickly on her feet.





Daisy goes in for her rabies jab either today or next week. It's been a long process of puppy vaccinations etc but I think this will be the last of it. 

Bobbins is looking well and happy after her operation. The swelling has gone down but the stitches are still showing - which looks rather as if she is wearing false eyelashes!



Saturday, June 08, 2019

Ludvig Practicing

It's been REALLY difficult to record this, as although Ludvig will practice his noises in front of us, he knows when I try to record him and becomes quiet! This is him practicing 'time for....'

We are teaching him 'time for...' and that will then be followed by a command - for example, 'time for bed' or 'time for play'.

He seems to focus on a word or two and then practice it, as he is doing here, trying different sounds and noises while he forms the words. His practicing 'time for' is something very new and it's really interesting watching the process

 I can also hear him saying 'is ludvig a good boy' and towards the end a few barks.

There's also a 'lovely mummy' and a few 'hellos' in there.

Worryingly, at some point he also seems to be saying 'kill' which is a little surprising...


Monday, June 03, 2019

Bobbin's Eye

Bobbins is going to have her eye removed on Wednesday as it has become ulcerated. We knew her eye would probably be removed at some point. They will make a decision then whether to close her other eye.

I think it will be a straight foward op and the thing she'll regret the most is her daily sausage treat after her eyes are cleaned.

Horace went to the vet too for his trim. He's feeling quite sorry for himself.

I decided it was time for him to get trimmed again as he has become very static, where he spends most of his time snuggled up under blankets or duvets - and at night he looks like he's covered in tiny fairy lights!

Daisy is continuing to grow - here she is looking deceptively good in the patio and tangling Ian up at the castle.





Saturday, May 25, 2019

Animal Pics

Here are some Daisy photos along with a rather nice photo of Ludvig. The pictures of Daisy include her first walk in the country and her in the back of the car after she'd been to her least favourite place which is the vet's!






Sunday, May 12, 2019

Dog Training

Training a dog which can see, hear and has all its limbs is certainly a new experience - well, certainly in recent times.

I think Daisy thinks we're a bit odd though, as we both can't shake off the 'oh, look how clever she is, she's walked through a door' mindset! We're so used to helping the blind animals orientate themselves.

I also find that when I put her on the floor, I point her in the direction I want her to go, and while this works with the blind dogs, with Daisy she heads off in whatever direction she wants! Normally chasing Charlie and Queenie. Daisy still can't go out, as she's waiting for her last jabs, however when she can come out for a walk, that will help burn some of her energy off.

I am crate training her, which is something we haven't done recently. We stopped crate training when we had Sam first, as he used to panic, and it hasn't been appropriate with our special needs pups. She settles very well in her 'boudoir', and it made me remember how Bob and Henry would voluntarily put themselves in their crate. I think Daisy would, however I have to keep it closed when she's not in there so the others don't go in and pinch her toys! Rosie would make short work of Daisy's chews!


Sunday, May 05, 2019

Life with a talking parrot

Ludvig is beginning to make quite a few different noises and his 'voice' is changing.

Before, when he spoke, he had quite a cute little 'Mr punch' voice, however he seems to be trying out something rather deep and sinister now. The sort of thing that, if heard in the middle of the night, would definitely set the heart racing! Hopefully, this is just him trying out new things and he'll settle on something less scary.

Of course, he isn't really speaking but mimicking noises - but as neither of us speak with a highly sinister voice, not sure where that is coming from.

He has been joining in the barking for quite a while now, but he's now becoming more realistic, and it's changed from a parrot making a dog barking noise, to a very realistic bark - so much so - a few times now we've gone off looking to see what's going on. He makes a Pixie / Millie type bark, and it can be quite confusing to hear 'them' barking, when they are sat in front of us!

I think he's also started to make the noise of a computer notification so it will be interesting to see how that develops.

Surprisingly, apart from barking, our house is quite quiet, so there's not too much else for him to learn to mimic, so perhaps we'll have to play him noises to learn!

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Lovely Mummy


Ludvig saying 'Lovely Mummy' followed by a wolf whistle and 'good boy'. He doesn't like to perform for the camera so I had to get him when he was having breakfast!

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Small Dog

'Small Dog' has been to the vet's, had a check-up and had her first puppy medication which was wormers. She goes back next week for her shots.

We're still debating names. She was Maisy for a while, but that was a little close to Millie in beginning and end sounds - and poor little Millie can't see who we're calling.

Ian still likes Bubbles, but I'm still not 100%. I'll need to make up my mind quickly though, as otherwise we'll end up like with the lovebirds, where we both have given them different names (Sugarplum and Nut Cracker vs Gary and Barry).

So far, Small Dog has been growled at by most of the other dogs, tapped on the nose by cats, run into things, fallen of things and generally has been a bit of a puppy.




Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Welcome ....?

Yesterday we were joined this little Spanish Water Dog (perro de agua). Name to be decided but not-so-short-list includes Maisy, Meg, Pili (short for Pilar - source of water), Bubbles, Osito (little bear), Poppy....

Unusually, she has both eyes, can see and hear and the only thing wrong with her is that she is supposed to have uneven ears - however, I can't see it. Her ears look normal to me.  We haven't been to the vet yet, so don't have a clean bill of health with her. She is flea infested and very dirty, but hopefully that's all that's wrong with her.

It's funny having a pup that can see. She walked in through the door and my first reaction was how clever she is to find the door as it takes the others a while to find the doors - but of course, she can see it! The dog we found last summer which died was a perro de agua.

Here's a pic with Pixie (with her bald patches) and Rosie to give an idea of her size. When she is full grown she'll likely be between Sam and Queenie/Charlie in size. 


 

Here's the story of the Spanish Water Dog (copied, not written by me)

The Spanish Water Dog is an ancient breed. There are several theories regarding its origins, however, the exact origin is not known. One theory suggests that the Turkish merchants brought the dog to the south Iberian Peninsula along with the flocks of livestock as they moved throughout the Mediterranean.

Another theory suggests North African origin. Regardless of its exact origin, there is documentation of a wooly coated Water Dog on the Iberian Peninsula in 1110 AD. It is generally accepted that these wooly coated dogs were the ancestors to the common trunk of water dogs.

The breed has been known by many different names, including, Perro de Agua, Perro Turco, Laneto, Perro de Lanas, Perro Patero, Perro Rizado, Churro, Barbeta and most recently Perro de Agua Español. In Spain, the Water Dog was primarily used for herding sheep and goats.

In the eighteenth century, a large company called “La Mesta” was responsible for moving livestock, including the Water Dogs, from south to north of Spain and back again searching for fertile grazing areas. This route was known as “Canada Real.”

The movement of animals was known as “Trashumancia” Because of this, there were dogs working throughout Spain. When the French Napoleonic forces occupied Spain, the “Trashumancia” began to diminish. Spain’s Queen Elizabeth II’s Minister Espartero gave plots of land to farmers, including livestock and dogs to guard and herd the livestock.

The French aristocracy admired the Water Dog and brought them back to Paris. There are paintings depicting French and Spanish Royalty with Water Dogs which can be seen in “La Palacio de Granja” in Segovia.

While the Industrial Revolution affected the north of Spain and Madrid, it “forgot” the Andalucians.

While shepherds in other parts of Spain replaced their herding dogs with German Shepherd Dogs and Belgian Shepherds, the Water Dog remained in the southern part of Spain, especially Cadiz and the mountains of Malaga in Andalucia, due to its ability to work in the mountains.

At the same time, in the ports of Seville, Algecieras and Malaga, the Water Dog was used to tow boats to shore. Later, when this task was no longer necessary, they were used in the northern part of the country to assist the fisherman with their nets. The Water Dog was also used for hunting water fowl and upland game.

The fishermen in the northern part of Spain preferred the lighter colored dogs because they were easier to see in the water, so they primarily used white, beige and bi-colored dogs. The farmers preferred the darker colored dogs because they were easier to see in the pastures, so most of those dogs were brown or black.

The recent history of the breed began around 1980 when at a dog show in San Pedro, Malaga, a woman named Mrs. Mesdag brought a Spanish Water Dog to be shown as an Andalucian Breed. This show was organized by Santiago Montesinos Rubio and judged by RSCE judge David Salamanca Ortega.

At the show, Antonio Garcia Perez, who was showing German Shepherd Dogs, saw the dog and told Mr. Montesinos and Salamanca that he has seen many of these dogs in Ubrique and surrounding areas (Andalucia) and always wondered why he could never find the breed in any dog book, as they were with his family as long as anyone could remember.

Santiago Montesinos, who was from Estepa (Seville), also remembered the dogs from his youth. Antonio Garcia asked Mr. Salamanca and Mr. Montessinos to help him get the breed recognized, and they agreed. The first thing they did is request photographs and any records that might be available. Santiago Montessinos Rubio then formed Club de Perro de Agua and designed the logo.

He came to Ubrique and surrounding areas, using his own money to take photographs and study the breed. He sent many letters to the RSCE (Central Kennel Club of Spain), but got no response. In the summer of 1983, Antonio Garcia Perez met with the Ministry of Agriculture, bringing many photographs and Super 8 film, to discuss the standard for the breed.

The standard that he initially wrote and presented was for two different sizes of Spanish Water Dogs, but they would not accept this, so the official standard was made into one with a larger range of sizes. It was based on a dog named “Lucky” owned by Antonio Morena. It was accepted by the Ministry of Agriculture.

In the fall of that same year, at the Madrid World Dog Show at Hipodromo de la Zarauela, two brown dogs were shown, one male and one female. The President of the Spanish Government, Mr. Filipe Gonzalez was in attendance at the show. He told the President of the RSCE, Mr. Valentin Alvarez that he knew the breed because he had seen them in South Andalucia where he grew up. Antonio Garcia Perez promised Mr. Gonzalez a puppy once the breed was officially recognized.

On May 19, 1985, at the Madrid International Dog Show, held at Retiro Park, 47 Spanish Water Dogs were shown to be registered for the first time. There were 42 dogs from the south of Spain and 5 from the north.

Due to all the dogs not meeting the standard, for example some were albino or had the incorrect bite, about 40 dogs were registered. The breed was officially recognized by RSCE and put into FCI Group VIII (flushing dogs) Section 3 (water dogs).

The PDAE was provisionally recognized by FCI until 1999 when it received full recognition. On September 6, 1986, Antonio Garcia Perez presented a male puppy to Mr. Gonzalez at the Palacio de LaMoncloa. The dog was a brown dog called “Rabon,” born with a natural bobtail.

A few days later, the first “Monografica” was held in Ubrique with 27 dogs and was judged by Mr. Marquez de Parales. Best in Show was a brown male named “Marquez Chocolat.” Best of Opposite was a females called “Mori.”

The Spanish Water Dog can still be found working in the mountains of southern Andalucia herding goat and sheep as they have been for the last 1000 years.

They are also used for many more modern tasks such as Search and Rescue and bomb sniffing by the Spanish government.

Saturday, April 06, 2019

A Happy Stork Story

Here's a happy stork story about a stork who leaves his partner who can't fly every year to emigrate and return in the spring - https://www.croatiaweek.com/croatian-love-story-continues-klepetan-returns-home-early/ and he's come back for another year.

Their storks are obviously on a different pattern to ours, as ours come back in December and go in July.

Saturday, March 30, 2019

More Vet Visits

Sadly, we had our little cat, Missie, put to sleep yesterday. We've been back to the vet with her about the lump on her nose, and it transpires she has feline leucemia, and it was going to be too much to treat her for the lump on the nose while also treating her for the leucemia, which was in a grave state. It's likely it was all connected. The vet said she had only a couple of days to live as she was, and they could try some things, but given the lump on her nose, which is difficult to treat anyway, the outcome didn't look very good. So we decided to have her put to sleep rather than have treatment which probably wasn't going to work.

She was young, less than three years, and the worrying thing is feline leucemia is contagious, so we need to watch the others.

We've also been back with Pixie about her fur loss. It appears that her fur isn't actually falling out, it just pulls out really easily. When you pull her fur, lumps come out without any resistance. I try not to pull her fur, but every time she goes to the vet they try it, and she has less and less left. They are quite flummoxed as she doesn't show any symptoms of any of the things that can cause this. They want to do a biopsy on her skin to see if they can see the problem, but want to leave it for a few weeks and see how things develop. 

So I don't think it was the Julius harness we have that caused this - although she's stopped wearing it as I think it would rub on her bald skin.

We can go months without a visit to the vet - and then it can appear as our second home for a while!

Which reminded me that Ian and I were speaking about Sam, and we can't remember the last time he had a seizure - but must be over two years ago. I know seizures can start in some older dogs - so we're wondering if the reverse is true. I do remember the last lot of seizures he had were pretty tough on him, and we'd gone to the vet with the intention of having him put to sleep - and then they just stopped.


Thursday, March 28, 2019

Amazing Grapes

When we were asparagus picking yesterday, I noticed that the almond trees are now full of almost fully grown almond fruit, which now just hang there and ripen for a few months. We've been almond scrumping as a birthday treat for Ian for the last couple of years so I know that they are pickable in Mid September.

So, of course, are the grapes - however looking around, in comparison these are still just empty vines with a few leaf buds coming through. The big vineyards still look like rows of twigs.

Which made me think, in the time it takes the almonds to ripen, the poor old grapes will have to grow new branches - which can be several meters long, get fully leafed, form grapes and then ripen, all within a six-month window. It's quite amazing to think about the growth and activity within a grapevine within such a comparatively short space of time.


Saturday, March 09, 2019

Finished!



Finished the scarf I made with the wool Susan gave me - just as the weather gets warmer! Now to decide whether to dye it. White is not a good colour in our house...



Tuesday, March 05, 2019

Today - Pixie on the way home from the vets



Pixie looking happy to be on her way home from the vet. She's been losing her fur - in clumps - so she's got special shampoo and drops. It's not her favorite thing...

Monday, February 18, 2019

Degummed silk cocoons

These are the silk cocoons I had bought for when mum and susan visited last summer. I decided I wasn't going to use them as cocoons, so I degummed them. I should have taken a before and after pic as the interesting thing is I had dyed the cocoons some pink and some turquoise, however the turquoise came out of the silk during degumming. Now 'all' that remains is to spin it. I didn't do a great job on the degumming, so I think I'll spin a textured yarn to disguise the lumps!

First asparagus of the season :)

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Horace Goes to the Hairdressers

Horace went to the hairdressers on Monday and is now neatly sheared. It was the same groomer this time, which I think is a first. While she blanched a bit when she saw him, she knew what to expect and they both came out of it unscathed. He spends much of his life snuggled up under a duvet - however even more so now as without his big fur coat, he feels the cold!

Although it's not 'that' cold at the moment. Obviously, the house is cold, but outside it's been quite lovely. Does this bode well for asparagus...??

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Wilbur looking handsome


Ian Can't Whistle

Needless to say, Ludvig was chatting nicely and coherently before I started the video - but I think he does say Hello at one point. And yes, Ian can't whistle :)


Saturday, January 26, 2019

Ludvig's Hoop of Fun

Ludvig is still treating his hoop of fun with deep suspicion...