Spring. Just the word is enough to evoke a feeling of energy. Here on the Croft we have new puppies, springing…
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| Islay, the exploratory puppy |
…new ducklings...
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| Canardfaitàlamain |
…and my first successful hatching from the incubator (we called him “Ink,” of course.)
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| Chicken, half baked |
The energy is pervasive but there is another, deeper, feeling of parenting all this new life. Of being responsible for these young animals, and, best of all, of being able to care for them. Like most emotions it is incoherent (we may end up eating some of this new life…) but it is enough to wake me early, worrying about whether Ink is comfortable and secure in his cardboard home.
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