Mushrooms and mimosa…

In a cold flurry of golden leaves, autumn appeared from nowhere, bringing brimming dark clouds, sharp winds and the smell of woodsmoke…

Normally we would be starting the slow process of hibernation, gathering tins of nuts and berries from the supermarket and plucking down from baby ducks to line our cave with but ‘luckily’ we found a tiny abandoned puppy on our doorstep a few weeks ago. We were faced with the difficult choice of either feeding it, making it a bed out of a banana box and calling it Schnitzel or drowning it mercilessly in a bucket. Tossing aside the local tradition of the latter we now have a new, slightly exuberant member of the Cabril massive.

This of course means that we have to trudge bravely into the great outdoorness of nature, even when the climate is less than inviting.

Far from being the horrendous trauma that one might envisage, this has been a welcome ritual now embedded into our daily routine; we have a gay and frollicking puppy, joyous glimpses into the floral and faunal environs of Cabril and a welcome cardiovascular amplification to the otherwise atrophy inducing decline into the winter months.

At this point I would normally amble into a monotribal rant into the disgusting local attitude regarding the welfare of dogs, pets and animals in general. I’ve dealt with several strays over the years and not all of them have had such fortunate ends to their tales. But I am currently basking in the joy of Nature’s gifts – in recent days we have seen an otter, mongooses, royal kingfishers, purple herons and even a small deer. So I shall toss aside evil thoughts, throw another mimosa log on the fire and eat some freshly picked wild mushrooms…

I didn’t surf today. I am very busy walking the dog…

9 Replies to “Mushrooms and mimosa…”

  1. Can I have my puppy back back please? I got home and discovered I still had a box of dog poo in my car that should have been left on your doorstep.
    p.s. his real name is Mundaka – he’s a Spanish dog.

    1. No problem. Send me your address and I’ll stick her in a jiffy bag. Don’t worry I’ll punch a few holes in it so she can breathe…

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