Outdoors is definitely my favourite thing.
I’m Roscoe, and we’re working our way from A to Z through the alphabet. My mate Bertie does alternate weeks with me.
We spend most of our time indoors, in our runs, up next to Mam’s working space. But summertime, we go outdoors into the garden, if the weather’s not too hot, not too wet, not too cold, and not too dry. Or too dark.
Most days Mam sets up our run around or between the vegetable patches, with their own little fences surrounding them. She says it ‘maximises the use of the panels.’ I know we get bigger runs when she does that. I don’t know if that’s what ‘maximises’ means. Bertie generally gets his own run, because he fights with Biggles if they are left together. We get on with both of them.
Between the veg beds
Bertie’s run always joins onto ours. We have a sort of meet and greet area. We’ve got that indoors as well, so it’s not vital. Biggles likes running around with us, though, and we like him. He’s a nice chap, keeps himself to himself while still being sociable, like.
Over the weekend she decided we’d better get to work on the grass elsewhere in the garden and we had one under the tree and the other next to it, spreading out onto the grassy area, which is still a bit sparse. It’s recovering from drying up last summer.
Under the tree
Mowing the grass
On the grassy part
Saturday we were with Biggles in the very shady patch. Sunday we were in the other one (which is bigger) with Bertie. We got to work on the grass on both places, but clearly Bertie needs more help to mow his than Biggles does. But then, he doesnt pay much attention to the grass. He spends a lot of time bothering me. He’s a right pain in the grease gland at times. Later in the afternoon Mam put me back with Biggles, which was nice. Biggles appreciated my company too.
(Sigh) Outdoors. I like it a lot. I sometimes stand at the door when Mam’s out picking our breakfast, thinking how nice it would be to go out straight away. But I don’t. Not till Mam says the time is right.
Then I can go and get the feel of grass underneath my feet, the wind in my ears, and the sun on my back. I laze around listening to the birds singing, and the little rustling noises of things in the borders, like frogs, and toads, and insects.
Yes, I love outdoors. Although I’m not so keen when it rains.
Next week, Bertie’s back with something beginning with P. I’ve no idea what.
Have a good week.