Well its just over a year since I came to live in Church Minshull and Autumn is here again. Something has been knocking down maize in my field, and eating the cobs, but on the plus side they have been leaving good smells for me to sniff and chase. My man person says it will be badgers and that the maize will be cut soon; that means I'll be able to help clean the field as well so more power to my tummy! Last year I was still quite nervous and hesitant so didn't understand all my responsibilities but now I'm much more adventurous. When I came here I was a bit "thick in the middle" as you can see!
With good food and plenty of field patrols I'm a much better shape now. Longer, leaner, fitter and weighing almost the same and all muscle. My man tried to put me on the scales but I wasn't going to have anything to do with killer-grams! Plus I made sure he got plenty of my special dog slobber on his clean shirt to stick down those pesky black hairs I'd just been sharing with him as he had to lift me onto the scales!
Following the Keats title, and because I'm a great fruit eater (well anything really because I'm ALL LABRADOR) I wanted to share some of my hard learned foraging tips with you:
Anyway last month I put a "pun prize" in the blog. Congratulations to the reader who spotted it – "querky" being a play on "Quercus" the scientific name for Oak trees. They are now the proud owner of a bag of shortbread Scottie dogs. This month, which tree is a real fag, if you live under it? Answers by email to firstname.lastname@example.org
Madai – your rovering reporter
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