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.