Tess has gone to the vets this morning to have the tartar cleaned off her teeth. It involves an anaesthetic so she had to be there at half past eight. I have to collect her at tea time.
The house without her is just not home. It is too quiet. Not that she ever makes a noise, as she is usually asleep in her basket - but somehow there is a different atmosphere and an hour later I am missing her already. Roll on tea time.
On the way home from the vets I saw the lapwings. We always have these beautiful birds flying over - and what a perfect name for them as they really do 'lap' their wings. They are a very common bird round here - we usually call them 'peewits', and in some parts of Lincolnshire (where I come from) they are still called Tyrrwhitts (there is even a pub called The Tyrrwhitt Arms). Their 'real' name of course is the Plover.
Any time now they will be pairing up and making a nest on the ground. Reading Derwent May in today's Times, he says that the female will lay four speckled eggs and lay them in a circle with their pointed ends to the centre of the nest. I just hope they find dry enough places this year - it is pouring with rain again today so that any drying up which has taken place over the last few days has all but vanished in yet another downpour.