looks at life for women of a certain age. Observations and wry stories that might ring bells with some.
Monday, 23 November 2015
A Bit of Detective Work
Circular patch of pooh, next to Huberta (but not hers)
As you know, our front yard has been completely paved around our new pool, no more grass or weeds, no more mowing! We did have to sink the level so that curious passers-by would not be able to (immediately) see over our 6' wall. This has meant an extra step - which our tortoise negotiates at his peril. Only this silly male still ventures into the front yard as there is no longer anything to eat. Well, there are my new petunias, in a small bed by our front door but he hasn't discovered those yet. Still he comes and sometimes falls down the step. The female has more sense.The other morning, I was puzzled to see a sort of circular arrangement of what at first glance looked like the mess you would find under a large flower pot that someone had decided to move. But no, we had no pot in this spot. After some thought, and finding the tortoise stranded under one of our sunbeds, we deduced the following: he had fallen off the step onto his back. Unfortunately, no-one had seen his plight and in his frantic bicycling of his legs he had lost control of his bowels (like last time) and somehow he had achieved the effect of spinning around on his shell until, miraculously, he had defied gravity and managed to get himself upright. He was found about 6 metres away from this spot. I put my 'pool Hippo, Huberta' next to this circular area of tortoise pooh to give you an idea of size. I haven't put her back into our current pool, as it is smaller than the one at our last house but my husband says he can no longer accommodate her in his crowded garage. She is named after a famous hippo who walked through many towns on the East coast of South Africa once upon a time. You can Google.