It was too hot for Miss Sophie and me to go to the ravens field - we had a very early (6.45 a.m.) and very long walk around the whole of Pontcanna Fields. Not one raven to be seen.
The afternoon we walked in the shade of a Lime Tree avenue, along Pontcanna Fields because it was even hotter - again, no ravens: too many people out enjoying the spell of dry, hot weather.
I'm sure all the barbecues will provide lots of scraps for the ravens ...
My daily encounters with a couple of town ravens. They live near the playing fields and parks of my town. Madame Dog sadly is no longer with me. Now that Miss Sophie has come to share my life, it is her, and the other park dogs, which are mentioned forthwith. And, of course, the weather ...
Town Raven
In flight
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Location Map
This shows where we walk and meet the ravens
The yellow and pink squiggly lines are two walks we take. The yellow one is the one we usually do. The squigglyness indicates how Madame visits her several important sniffing check-points!
We stop several times to feed the ravens, and you can see where they come from.
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2 comments:
Hi {Yma} - This is realwest - well I'm sure that the smells of the barbecues must have kept Miss Sophie "interested" in prolonging the walk, but am grateful that you didn't overdo it in the heat!
I'm looking forward to the next walk about for the Town Ravens!
Hiya, realwest!
Miss Sophie was well behaved, and even managed to refrain from rushing up to a pesky grey squirrel.
Not that she had much choice, with me holding the end of her lead ...
She also was very good meeting another new puppy, a cream Labrador called Elsie. She belongs to a dog walker who had lost her dog this March, so we stood and talked for some time, about the cherished dogs we both lost this year.
Dog walkers are a funny tribe. Everybody talks to everybody else, provided the dogs get on with each other. everybody commiserates with those whose dogs are ill or have died. We don't meet them when without dogs - but the joy of everybody is great and heartfelt when they come amongst us again, with a new dog on the end of a new lead.
I'm now trying to gently 'teach' Miss Sophie to sit and let me pet a puppy or other dog. Works ok with the puppies, so far ...
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