We’re settling in to our house sitting job, learning the routine and getting more comfortable with the animals. The cats are easy, they sleep most of the day, occasionally want to go outside, and they come running when you open a cat food package.
One of them, Cara, is a friendly and feisty thing. She comes downstairs a few times a day to play with us, meowing and purring while running figure eights around our legs. She likes to have her chin and head rubbed, and loves to pretend to chomp on Brian’s fingers while he rubs her belly.
Alfie is the higher maintenance pet. Considering that we barely even see two of the cats all day long, this isn’t saying much. He is the laziest dog I’ve ever met! Granted, he is eleven years old, but even for a senior citizen he is really slow, and the sweetest thing you’ll ever meet. Every day we take him out for his walk to stretch those short little legs of his.
Alfie was right, it’s beautiful.
It’s a small loch, only a mile around, so just the right size to wear the old boy out. It’s actually a water skiing lake, with ramps and buoys, but it’s also full of ducks and wildlife.
There is a golf course next door (of course there is, it’s Scotland), and a big variety of water birds.
The brand new baby ducks were adorable, of course.
Brian said this Great Crested Grebe was endangered and nearly hunted to extinction, and we saw three. It’s nice to know they’re making a come-back.
Our favorite sighting though? Swans and their cygnets! The parents were being very protective though, so we couldn’t get very close. The one on the left puffed out his wings and started heading right for us. The last thing we wanted was for poor Alfie to be molested by a swan that was twice his size, so we backed off and went around. Alfie looked grateful.
So we made our way around the loch, saying a cheery “Good morning” to half a dozen other walkers and their dogs too, enjoying the scenery and the sound of wee Alfie, huffing along at his snail’s pace with us.
While it was overcast and grey, it wasn’t very cold. I managed to stay comfortable in just jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a long sweater. I didn’t even need my rain coat. We’re a long way from Brazil, that’s for sure. I keep forgetting that it’s high summer and that it’s not going to get much warmer. It feels like winter to me, and all the flowers in bloom seemed out of season.
This Scottish weather is going to be a serious adjustment for me, just wait until the dead of winter with only six hours of daylight and the occasional snowfall. I’m cold already just thinking about it.
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