Moving from London to the calmness of the Suffolk countryside, I thought “Thank God I’ve left the chaos of the school run behind me.”
My mornings would no longer be invaded by the hordes of mother’s choking up the roads, dropping their little ones off to school (No offence to all you fantastic mums out there, sorry). The screams of over-enthusiastic kiddies greeting each other and the often completely alien and somewhat colourful gruntings of grumpy teenagers would now be a thing of the past. And so it is. Banished to history for me. Well that school run experience at least.
These days, as I have my morning coffee here at home in Ubbeston, I now experience a school run of a totally different kind altogether …
I know cute ain’t they? These beauties came to visit this morning. Believe me, when they want to, these little chicks can really scream their cute tiny little lungs out in a way that would give Susan Boyle a run for her money. And woe betide you upset their mother!
Besides this adorable little bunch, the farmer’s field behind me was host to a barrage of other families making their merry way this morning, including a small herd of deer. Sadly they were a bit more camera-shy, so none of the shots I got were usable … to be fair I was still on my first cup of coffee.
And well as for the army of rabbits that seem to be breeding like … well like rabbits. Much as I love the little mites, let’s just say no matter how much rabbit proofing I try to ensure for my garden, it never seems to be enough. Any advice that doesn’t include a shotgun most welcome!
I swear they know my favourite book as a kid was Peter Rabbit! How that’s come back to haunt me huh? There were at least eight of them out there yesterday. And right now, two of the tiniest rabbits I’ve ever seen are scurrying around just by my back gate. How long before they’re in I wonder? Any bets beyond two seconds?
And strangely enough, while Ozzie is deadly in the art of the rabbit kill if he gets the chance while we’re out walking (you have to be lightning quick to stop him), he’s a total no-hoper when it comes to rabbits in the garden. And you know what?
For that I’m really glad. I know the farmers regard them as pests, but they really bring a smile to my face as I watch them chasing each other with pure joy (in the field!) each morning and evening with the rising and the setting sun. And my London friends said I’d be bored here?! No way. I’m too much of a little kid at heart and God do I love living in the Suffolk countryside.
Meantime, I’ll keep you posted on any new encounters via my general blog pages and my dedicated photo blogs. And remember, any advice on keeping those cute little rabbits at bay, let me know. Appreciate it. And remember my friends …
ALWAYS RAGE WITH A SMILE !!!x