Sunday, December 31, 2017
Boggy Heath and Mistle Thrush
I took Olga on a long walk to the Heath yesterday, alleviating my guilt at her relative lack of exercise over the past week. She ran and ran, and then slept all evening and into the night. Once again her nickname, "Hundred-Percent Dog," proved apt -- everything she does, whether walking on the Heath or chasing squirrels or sleeping, she is full-on, pedal-to-the-metal, 100% invested.
The Heath was a mess -- very muddy and wet, given our recent rain. I had to come home and wash my clothes, not to mention Olga. (Not really all that unusual after a dog walk, this being muddy England.)
Also, I saw a new (to me) type of bird:
It's called a mistle thrush. These two were hopping around in a wet field on Hampstead Heath Extension, harvesting earthworms.
Continuing our appliance drama, I was up until 1 a.m. this morning defrosting the freezer! It had become an iceberg, and I was aware that it needed work, but then Dave opened it last night to get some ice cream and we noticed that it wasn't quite functioning. The ice cream was soft. So, multiple hours and many wet towels and pans of warm water later, we have an effective freezer once again.
And finally, H & M did indeed return to their rightful home last night, where they can be known by their full guinea pig names without fear of Internet identification. They were cute and I came to enjoy their chirpy greetings when I fed them, but all the same, I'm glad to be free of the responsibility! (And, to be honest, the smell.) When Olga got up this morning, the first thing she did was look for them on the tabletop. I think she's sad they're gone, and whatever elaborate plot she was thinking up to eat them has been derailed!