We could scrump pomegranates as there is a tree up near the castle. However, it’s also near some houses and in someone’s garden – so we decided to buy one instead.
The lovebirds have managed to chew away most of their sleeping tube now. It doesn’t have much of a base left and it hangs at 45 degree angle. One of them persists in sleeping in it though, and every night we see him or her perilously hanging on trying not to slide out the bottom. They still have their lovely crochet nest that I made them, perhaps they’ll use it when the weather gets colder.
We took Primrose back to the vet yesterday. She’s much better, now pink again instead of yellow, however she won’t eat. Antonio the vet checked her mouth and it was OK, but said she has a sore throat. He didn’t want to give her any medicine for her because he didn’t want to put any additional work on her liver, so we are to continue to feed her with a syringe. I am pleased she is getting better, she really is back on top form. Syringe feeding is quite messy. We do it outside, surrounded by cats and dogs waiting to see which way bits of sloppy food get thrown and they eagerly circle around like fielders in a cricket game.
Twice this month we’ve been woken up at 6.30 by early morning church parades going through the village on a Saturday. Goodness knows what’s got into them. First we hear the bells which start slowly to wake people up and then rise to a frenzy to tell people to hurry to the church. Which is when we wake up in a panic, convinced that the village is on fire (one time, Ian did go to the sun terrace to check), only to drift back to sleep to be woken up by a parade of people wandering round the village singing hymns. Our dogs are surprisingly well behaved and just do an occasional ‘be quiet I am trying to sleep’ bark, however other dogs are less polite. The hymns appear to be sung to a backdrop of howling dogs from around the village – and a curse or two from someone trying to sleep no doubt…