During the Friday thunderstorm (we seem to have one every afternoon), the flock of little ducks got caught in the gale. (They're on either side of the flagpole.)
When the sunshine returned, a different flock of ducks decided to dry out on our dock.
So, the girls and I headed down the hillside to chase them off.
They jumped into the lake and swam away. Just at that moment, the flock of little ducks passed by--altogether, I counted nineteen ducks. The large ones soon returned, so we dashed outdoors to warn them off again.
Now, whenever we leave the cottage, the girls examine the dock, eager for another duck chase.
The Chap arrived with Lola yesterday, bringing along a computer keyboard because the one here had died--curtailing my progress on the novel.
Saturday was a pleasant, humid yet cool and damp. We had a lovely walk, cooked Chicken Makhni (Butter Chicken)) with Naan bread for dinner, read books and newspapers and watched Live Earth all day and night when we weren't doing other things.
Today the mountain across the lake was wearing a cloud for a hat. It has been very grey and damp, with occasional drizzle.
Much of the morning we were glued to the telly--watching the awesome men's singles final from Wimbledon. Then our Road Association held its annual meeting at our next-door neighbours'. The Chap represented the family during the business portion. I closed the dogs up in the kitchen and went over for refreshments and socialising.
The Chap and Lola left a little while ago.
Ruth and Jewel are napping after a busy day.
Haven't seen any ducks on our dock all day--perhaps they've got the message. A loon is out there calling quite loudly. I wonder if it's the juvenile one we all watched during our morning walk to the Point?
Back to the manuscript. I'm loving this brand-new keyboard--an extra we had lying round the Lodge, never before used.