vendredi 30 mars 2018

Another death in the village



   We have recently heard that Blanche, Phillipe's mother, died in hospital . It must have been very sudden, as she had asked to return home a couple of days earlier, though the hospital hadn't allowed this. Very tragic for Phillipe and all his family to lose both in such a short time and sad for all at La Mort Limouzin.

mercredi 7 mars 2018

Quite a week for the Ark

Earlier in the week, Mrs Noah decided to replace the grey cat, Blue, who disappeared weeks ago. I was not so sure but when she located an abandoned female cat who had been wandering for weeks, already chipped and sterilised we were touched by her plight. She had been traced to her former owner by a refuge but far from cries of joy, the hard hearted owner refused to accept her back! She had passed a period of mourning , she said and had replaced the cat... Kim agreed to accept the cat called Habby and to pick it up on Tuesday. The refuge turned out to be in the Bay of Arcachon, a three hour drive away! The weather was a bit chance, very cold with snow a distinct possibility . Fortune favoured us, for the day was uniformly bright , though freezing cold with a bitter wind. The Satnav took us to the town and we found the refuge by asking at the Tourist Office who kindly supplied a map. The volunteer in charge introduced us to Habby, somewhat shy as was only natural. With some difficulty, we stuffed her into our cat box picked up the paperwork for the change of chip details and set off home, arriving just before dusk. The cat is currently confined to the lounge and we are slowly making friends.
  The very next day, it snowed heavily the journey would have been very different if we had gone then!
    We had noted a back and white collie/ spaniel cross hanging round the village. We tried to approach it but it was very shy, not hungry as it didn't eat a stale bread thrown to it. On Thursday morning, I went out to feed the animals and found one sheep dead and the other bitten in the neck! They had been attacked, most probably by this dog, as there were traces in the snow of rather small pads. We arranged a vets appointment that afternoon for the survivor, who we confined to the closed cour. Mr Marty sewed up the wound and injected antibiotics and pain relief, leaving two syringes wit us to inject on the Sunday. We got Phillipe to help with these, as they had to be done in the inner thigh, which he kindly did..
    Not a week we can recall with pleasure!