From a life in the corporate world to a small farm. My new work colleagues eat grass or lay eggs. I've got a lot to learn about things that just seem to happen when nature becomes your new boss.
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Hooked on fishing
Sometimes we should just stick to what we know. It usually starts with the backpack. For a little dog that means someone is going fishing. Well not me of course. But a backpack means a ham roll, a thermos of tea and probably some Jam Fancies if he's in luck. He was very excited. They took off early on a perfect morning. I don't partake in these expeditions. The whole fishing thing is not for me. I just know I'd end up with a fish hook being lodged somewhere creative. I'm ok on boats but prefer something bigger, with an Acapulco Lounge and a ten piece band to see you off. About 8am I sent a text to the crew, 'How's the fishing?' Usually a report comes back from First Mate Bennie (pictured) about how many fish were biting and how they'd like to stay out a little longer. Instead, on this day the report was a little different. It read 'bit bumpy, caught a few then First Mate Bennie somehow got a hook in his nose. Just at the vets now, he's all ok, but his fishing days are over. Home soon'. The First Mate had a first prize nose piercing. The vet said it was pretty common but mostly it's in the lip. The hook was cut following a minor anaesthetic and he was soon as right as rain. But unfortunately from now on he will no longer be the little Gilligan on this SS Mishap. I haven't told him yet. He didn't even get to stay out long enough for his ham roll.