Hoomans, Hens and Hounds

We’ve had some rain, we’ve had some beautiful ceò (mist), and we’ve had the sun shining through too. I’ve met lots of hoomans this week. They’re a weird bunch though, they seem to like to watch us eat… go figure. As long as the food keeps coming, they can watch all they like.

It’s probably about time I started introducing a few hoomans. As highland coos, we are generally granted servants. Our first hooman was an absolute delight, and I suspect partially celestial. She was like an all-knowing angel. She would be there to provide our needs before we knew that we had them. Her name was Lexie of the Clan McGrath. It was a wonderful way to experience our first one. She was also the pilot of the time machine.

Our new servant is Rachel. Her heritage is the Clan McLeod. She seems very similar to Lexie, but in need of more training. We are being very patient with her and feel that she has her heart in the right place. I’m not sure she thinks that we will disappear though. She takes a LOT of photographs! I’ve tried telling her that we aren’t going anywhere, but still she persists. I’m just glad that she gives us a good brush before heading for the camera. It is important that I look my best you know!

What is really cute is that Rachel has her own servant. His name is Pete, of the Clan Garbutt. Funny little Orkney Island dwellers, but solid. He’s quite noisy, but appears to be well trained, and follows orders mostly well. He is sometimes instrumental in us getting treats and brushes, so we like him.

Wisdom of the week - A black hen can lay a white egg. Appearance and outcome need not match, so don’t jump to conclusions based on appearance or preconceptions. The Saxons had some lame imitation of this gaelic truth, something about books. Just because Lola the lamb looks sweet, it doesn’t mean she can’t be like an annoying little sister.

I met a new friend this week. His name is Adam. He let me know that Australian Cobberdogs are bred to be support dogs. One of their skills is that they can hold eye contact with hoomans longer than any other hound. Adam’s friend seemed to have ants in her pants. She ran all the way around the Western Distributor loop. It’s a 13km glorious tour of the Currowan bushlands, but I can’t understand running the whole way if there are no treats!

That’s it from me for today, and until we next meet, Lang may yer lum reek.