The bunnies were ok but the vet was obviously not that used to small animals (or indeed any animals - he looked at 17) so there was a lot of scrabbling around. Meanwhile Scruff stood staring at the paper thin gap between the door and the frame, willing himself through it. He was motionless, apart from the trembling, until the vet said 'Right!' in an authoritative manner, at which point the wimpering and scratching at the door started in earnest. I had wanted to get him on the scales but they were nearer the vet than the door so I decided that wasn't going to happen and the poor dog had suffered enough trauma. The door once again opened and Scruff tore out with Rosie on the end of the lead. The front door of the vet's was also open, so I came out to see Rose standing about 30 feet away in the precinct with Scruff looking back, ears pricked. We brought him back in so I could pay, and he stood with his gaze locked on the consulting room door. I bought him a chewy treat which he bit in half and swallowed, clearly desperate to get the heck out of there before we remembered that he'd not actually had anything done to him. His look was definitely one of "can't believe I got away with that..."
Not a great success.
There were lots of elderberries when I walked through the woods so I took the girls and some colanders up to collect some balackberries and elderberries, to make some cordial.
|Gotta be done|
which I put on to simmer this morning:
I'm following a recipe from Eat Weeds so I'll let you know how it goes!
I'm in the middle of crocheting a sunflower again as it went a bit wrong and carrying on with the granny squares. Mary has about a week to go on her eggs and the other livestock are well and happy, the ducks especially so with the rain.