Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Cobbles, grass and sitting hens.
Much of the market square in our little town is laid down to cobbles. It was all renewed a few years ago at considerable cost. There was controversy about it, of course, particularly from those who wore high heeled shoes (I am long past those days if I ever was in them). I tend toward thinking the cobbles are rather nice - and rather old fashioned, in keeping with the place. Yesterday, as I walked through the square I saw that some of the cobbles were being repaired and I couldn't resist taking this photograph - is he really going to reset them all by hand? If so it is going to take him a jolly long time - but it is rather a nice job don't you think?
Now to the grass of my title. We walk through it, we lie in it, we mow it almost to extinction on our lawns, it gives some of us hay fever, and without it we would be unable to keep our sheep and dairy herds - and a lot of nibbling mammals (rabbits for a start) would be non-existent. But do we ever really stop and look at it?
This afternoon on our walk I took a small pair of scissors and snipped a few heads off where the grass has gone to seed. Any day now the farmer will mow the sides of the lane so that we have a better view when we drive out of the farm gate. When we got home I laid the seed heads of a sheet of white paper and photographed them for you to look at. You have to admit - they are rather pretty aren't they? There used to be quaking grass but sadly I couldn't find a single stalk of it this year. Does anyone have any round where they live? I would love to see a photograph of some. When we were children there seemed to be a lot about and we always called it Tottering Johnnies.
Now to the sitting hen. Goldie is sitting tight. If the eggs are indeed fertile (and we shall not know until they hatch - or not) then they are due to hatch out on Saturday, so it is fingers crossed. She should be feeling movement in the eggs by now if there are chicks inside. Chick crumbs are at the ready and she certainly looked at me with her beady eye when I took this photo for you earlier today. News of the birth will be announced the moment it takes place!
Incidentally - thanks to John (Going Gently) who writes the most super blog about country and village life, for posting a special view of his little smallholding just for me yesterday. I did appreciate it - so thanks John. If you don't know the blog do pop over and have a read.
##I do know that the grass on the left is not a grass at all but is what the farmer calls sour dock (I think it is really a kind of sorrel) - but it grows everywhere amongst our grass and gives the whole field a lovely red tinge - so I included it anyway.