Animals come in all shapes and sizes, this we know. These are two of my charges here, and they fall into the 'cute' catagory.
These Landais chickens with their vulturesque necklines ain't all that cute, but they do give us yummy eggs every day.
We also have another cat, another 2 chickens and some budgies in the menagerie. All is well all are great.
Then we have the less-than-welcome types – the bugs! They come in a variety of guises over here, big, small, itsy-bitsy, huge, biting, smelling, or just buzzy. You get used to them, some more than others of course.
Other furries include mice. Not in the house, oh no, this ungrateful little sod was in the swimming pool and I was saving his life. Instead of the traditional lie at side of pool gasping and spluttering thanks to your saviour, my victim took one look at me and promptly embedded his teeth into my finger. Dear Mr Mouse then found himself in a new world of air and sky as he flew delicately (and rather hurriedly) into the hedge, helped along by a few choice words (anglo saxon) from me. The blood was everywhere…….
Then the other night as Idgy went up to the turret their was a scream and she came pelting back down again avec tout vites. "There's a bat in my room", okay, don the "Mother can cope" hat and march up the stairs. By now Mr Bat (they are all male these vermin, have you noticed that) has got bored with Idgy's pretty little room and moved into mine.
I assess the situation and step boldly into the room, mistake number 1, I open the windows and shutters to let the bat out, not a mistake yet, oh no, I now switch on the light. Huge mistake, wave of insects dives straight through window thinking this is a serious hot spot for an evening out. Mr Bat goes into overdrive flying round and round the room. Mistake number 2 I have closed the door behind me and am now trapped in small room with manic bat, and the mozzie crew.
Do I panic? Course not, I merely wave my arms about in fashion of overwound windmill, shriek and swear in any languege I can come up with. Meanwhile Mr Bat is getting closer and closer and the vimpire images and stuff of nightmare bats in hair and all that, is now spinning before my eyes. Can here Idgy laughing her head off through the closed doors and telling me that Mr Bat has obviously been impressed by us driving the Bat Mobile car and wants to join us. Other comments like "it is just like a little baby dragon" are also less than helpful.
What seemed like an eternity later (probably only 5 minutes) Mr Bat does a final lap of honour, bounces off the dressing table mirror and flies out of the room. Close windows and shutters and lights off. Use mosquito net over bed.
Animals, hmmmmm who'd have em!