Saturday evening saw Lovely Hubby erecting the old chicken fence around his now flattened 'molehills'. He was about the start properly smoothing the area, but then he came in for some lunch and in the thirty minutes he took off to eat his dinner (and the forty five minutes he then had for a nap) Mr Mole ... the real molehill maker .... erected two new edifices to mole life in the previously flattened ground.
Losing the will to live he decided to put the fence up to keep the dogs from walking wet dew ladened soil into the kitchen every morning ... I think Lovely Hubby must have heard the slight use of swear words and banging of doors first thing on Saturday when they did just that!! I think we will leave it for a week and see how many new real molehills appear before we sow the new grass seed.
On Sunday someone decided the new fence was the perfect place to sit to observe what we were up to ....
... he stayed there for ages, long enough for me to firstly stand and admire him from the conservatory and then to risk dashing into the other room to pick up my camera.
Not even a lazy cat cooling off in the shade on the patio was enough to scare little Mr Robin off.
Sue xx
