THURSDAY 30th June: Foxy park pack stuff
Tara:
Pack walk. With Dad. We woz showing him the way to go, as usual, cos he walks off in funny directions, sometimes, and doesn't always know the best sniffy route.
This is the bottom of the Entmoot. Cato is obsessed. But he is never going to manage to widdle on every tree, in one go, is he?
Aren't I cute? Cuter than Cato! Hahaha!
I look like mud wouldn't melt, don't I?
Ooooh look! Mud. Hahaha!
And this is a secret sniffy door in the park hedge. Wish we lived in that house. We could come and chase pigeons and splash mud and bounce whenever we liked - even when the park was shut up at night...
This tree was completely bald, all winter. Isn't that weird. I grow extra fur in the winter. Trees have it all wrong.
Me and Dad, with Cato mucking up the shot.
Cato:
Mum says this shows you my lovely eyes. I think it shows you my lovely tail.
Sorry, the rest is Mum's plant stuff. Sorry if you are bored.
These red trees were cherry blossomed (see, she is STILL obsessed with it)
There's a whole flower bed of this pink stuff.
Mum says she didn't know that sycamore seeds came in red.
A fatty plant sunbathing
That hosta from last time, but now with a white spiky bit.
and this phormium is nearly doing its flower thing.
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