May journal 18 & 19

A 48 hour day, began in brilliant sunshine fierce heat, my head pounding to the rhythm of sun-stirred crickets, observing cohabitation, new dogs and old cats, in particular one new dog and one old cat. The hierarchy is becoming established, with as is natural, Trixie at the top. Bix still has a lot to learn.

The two brothers have their own dynamic. Redmond is timid, like a deer, always poised to run away, except in the morning when he is as keen as his brother to be made a fuss of. He defers to Bix, follows him around and lets him steal his food and the best places to sleep.

Bix, with his battle scars, has been the defender, curious about everything, standing on his hind legs to stare at his reflection in the computer, nose into everything. At night they curl up in the same basket.

Storm, but everyone slept. Except whoever it is lives in the attic. The rain was welcome and although the morning that followed has been overcast, the birds are rejoicing at the cool and the wet.

Cool is like deep sea treasure
dark green with pearl light
glinting on ancient silver.

Sand thick and deep

and meadow grass wakens
beneath its load of raindrops
to the songs of a thousand birds.

We are finding our marks. Two humans, two dogs and one queen cat in the main room. No restraint needed to protect the cats, words being learned, limits set. Lots of sleep. And food. The world is simple really.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

33 thoughts on “May journal 18 & 19”

  1. Except for your migraine, this sounds simply perfect, and it made me happy. If only everywhere could be like this. People, dogs, cats, food, sleep, meadows, and birdsong–but not things in the attic. ๐Ÿ˜

    1. It has it’s constraints, same for everybody who lives in the countryside, but on balance, I think we get a good deal ๐Ÿ™‚
      The things in the attic are intriguing. Some nights there’s such a din up there! Must get a camera…

      1. Well, I know it’s not bears or wolves. The only species I’d really be worried about is human and the only way burglars could get up there is by squeezing through the pigeon hole into the pigeon loft then squeezing through the cat hole in the inner door. People that small are no real threat ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. It is, if we allow it to be…
    I would have expected as much from Trixie.

    My daughter gets migraines when the weather changes. I hope the coolness brings relief to your head too.

    1. Trixie is a tower of strength. The Queen.
      Thank you. The second migraine hasn’t been bad, and it is cooler. Also more settled. I hadn’t noticed a correlation with weather changes, just stress. And I’m an anxious sort of person. I should do yoga.

      1. I do yoga because otherwise my body stiffens up but I hate every minute of it. Something about me does not get the feel good part of exercise.

      2. Same here. I resent the time spent on it. Everybody says listen to music, but how can you listen to music when you’re doing something else?
        I’ve abandoned even trying for the moment. As soon as I get up and move about both dogs leap up thinking it’s another food time.

    1. Ah, yes, you’re slipping into winter. That sight of long meadow grass weighted down by raindrops is such a summery one, isn’t it? No matter how much it pours in the winter and spring, the grass is never high enough to look much different afterwards.

      1. Yes, when I was farming (another lifetime) I was struck by how the crops would bounce back after I’d driven over them, but they were full of life of course. Your description is a bit like my mornings after a party ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. No, nothing like, but you can never ‘replace’ one that you loved. Bix is easy-going and biddable. Redmond is more timid, wilder. But they’re both so fragile, light and slender compared with Finbar. I took both of them out together this morning and the pair of them were ten times easier to handle than he was, even when he was old. So different.

      1. Hubby is usually awake around 6 but pain wakes him in the early hours so he has to get up then and goes into the spare room rather than disturb me. I’ll get up to Maya then try to go back to bed but she doesn’t usually play ball so if he does get up at 6, I’ll go back to bed and have a couple of hours. Luckily we can nap in the afternoon (as long as she does LOL)

  3. It all sounds so idyllic, even your migraine and the rain. The natural order looks like it’s set in. Cats above all the bosses! That last photo of Redmond shows he is totally at ease and trusts you all even Trixie ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

    1. Some people (people who don’t have animals living with them) would say it’s hellish. Trying to second guess what would frighten them, being patient when they behave like savages indoors and treat your important archives like a toilet. But when you gain their confidence, it’s wonderful.
      The one on his back is Bix who is more or less right in the head but not house trained. Redmond is still very nervous and skittish as a colt. But we’re getting there.

      1. They are beautiful dogs! It’s very hard work and even harder when the dogs are older! but so well worth it when the penny drops.Dogs are true joy ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

      2. It’s very hard to understand how anyone can inflict suffering on a dog, but they do, and all we can do is pick up the pieces. The penny that has to drop for these two is that nobody is going to hurt them, and they don’t have to fight over their food. There’s plenty for everyone in this house.

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