Mill path walk, blooms and strange walking companions

My two Khaki Campbell ducks and their drake keep escaping into the goat field.  I don't know how they're getting there, but they can't seem to get back and it involves me in a lot of wandering around the fields and going through the barn and unlocking and locking gates to get them back into their area for bedtime.  Each gate is secured with a combination bike lock since we had trouble a few years ago with the gates being left open by person or persons unknown.  The original Muscovy duck is refusing to stay in the duck field where the pond is at all.  She now sleeps in the henhouse with the hens and doesn't spend any time with the other ducks except the Khaki Campbell's when they've gone AWOL.  What is it about animals and the grass being greener?

The hen eggs are being turned night and morning in the incubator and if everything goes to plan the first chicks should peck their way out of their little calcium packages on or just after Saturday, 2 June.  I have added three more eggs, so there are now fifteen possible births.  I love having chicks they are just so adorable the first few days and it's great watching them grow into independent birds.

Yesterday afternoon was full of sunshine a friend and I walked along a very pretty path near St Nicolas du Pélem past a mill with a stunning waterfall.

This is a little building in the garden of the mill house and I just love the little wren finial.

It was a lovely, one and a half hour walk with just a few people passing us saying "Bonjour" and then suddenly in the distance what looked like two tiny ponies being led and a dog.

As they came nearer, it turned out to be a man with two thirteen year old Shetland ponies and - not a dog - but a goat!   It reminded me of being in Tobago when one of the locals would bring his goat down into the sea each morning for a paddle and a walk along the beach.

He stopped and talked to us for a few minutes but his goat didn't want to leave us clearly feeling there was unfinished business with Hugo the dog. 

I realised that there doesn't seem to be any wild garlic, ransomes, around in Brittany like in England.  At this time of year in Cornwall you can smell the garlic around your feet as you walk along.  There was though a flower I never remember seeing before, like a nettle, but with yellow flowers which I now know is Lamium gaieobdolon - yellow dead nettle.  There was lilac too

The lilac will go towards my purple photos as will this magnolia bud on a tree in a friend's neighbour's garden.

In my own garden growing up the middle leg of the pergola is this Clematis Montana which I think is Elizabeth, like my daughter, and a French lavender with a bee visiting it - not well in focus, but I like the composition.

I lost one of my favourite earrings on Wednesday.  It was a red drop made from wood which was light and didn't pull on my ear. 

I retraced my steps and left my 'phone number with two places I had visited, but no luck.  Buxxer, buxxer, buxxer!  

I really need to find someone who makes jewellery so they can make me another pair by copying the one remaining earring.

It was not a valuable earring by any means, but I really liked it - just simple and not glitzy. 



This evening I should have been collected a Muscovy drake for my five Muscovy girls, but the seller 'phoned me this morning to say that after she let her hens and ducks out this morning the fox visited and massacred all her birds. It's a devastating thing to happen and I really feel for her.  It's horrible having to clear up the awful mess after a fox attack and to lose all your birds is dreadful.
Three things I like:

1.   Finding that on a grey, rainy day like today it's 10 degrees C hotter in front of the woodburner than outside.
2.   Having a day when I don't have to do anything at all.
3.   Knowing my friend has had an operation and come home safely again.