Before she'd eaten very much, I told her we'd better check with Mr. Google to see if it's poisonous. Which it is. I called the vet, who wasn't particularly concerned, and Bridget was fine. I wonder if there's something in wisteria which might help her leg wound? Mr. Google couldn't help me there.
Here she is enjoying the leaves of a tree. It looks harmless, so I've been letting her tuck in:
Sometimes she just eats grass:
She tried to eat this tablecloth - I just missed catching the moment on camera:
She had a nibble of the bicycle:
When George goes out for an expedition, he's more interested in inspecting the property. Here he's checking out what's on the other side of this fence:
He seems to think the compost bin smells bad (funny, I didn't notice that expression until I looked at the photo):
The hammock is sort of interesting:
The porch is positively fascinating:
We definitely have to find out what goes on up there:
Here's Rose out for an amble with my daughter:
When Chloe goes out, she likes to graze the lawn while I sit in the hammock. There's probably a gin and tonic in my other hand.