F1 Stopped through rain!

 Hi Woofers.

Daisy here!

It has been a slow day today, it started off by getting up late and therefore late to get to the sea front.

On the way I had a good sniff to see if Devo had been past over the last hour or two.

Not a sign of a Devo sniff!

On the other side of the car park a couple of gulls were hanging around to see if they could rob any crow of a biscuit!

Look, over there is that a crow with a biscuit?

Mind you, it is always possible that the crow has eaten all the biscuits!

Typical gull, all mouth and late again!

When we started to watch the F1 racing, there was a crunch from one car and then down came the rain and the whole show stopped!

OTL then went off to see if he could set up a system of photographing moths. But ran out of technical bits. It seems that the set up could photograph the hairs on a mosquito’s bum but not a whole moth!

Back to the drawing board!

With a bit of luck OTL will work out a camara system before the race starts!

See you tomorrow.

Luv,

Daisy.

Another new moth!

 Hello Woofers.

Daisy back again!

I love Fridays, it's one of the best days of the week. You still have to work; I do house guarding while OTL Chases outstanding invoice payments from his lazy customers!

Come lunch time we get to have a long leisurely walk down on the sea front, followed by lunch and a snooze before and after a snooze!

Investigating the moth trap, we have found a new breed of moth, it's a Vine's Rustic, which again is as common as muck and can be found all over the UK!

A fine example of a Vine's Rustic moth.

 Now, talking of identification, OTL and The Missus have been having discussions on what a plant is called. The field where the Slippy Cows have been growing have got a fine carpet of yellow flowered plants that OTL reckon are Slippy Cows going over to seed. TM on the other paw reckons they are called Yellow Rattle. Looking on the Internetty thingy we have to agree with her!

Yellow Rattle wild flower, invasive but pretty!

Walking around the sea front we came across a British Bulldog called Fletcher. To begin with we couldn't work out who he was named after, then it came to us, Fletcher from the TV programme Porridge!

The names Fletcher

 

 But you can call me Fletch!

 Of course, he was all over OTL like a rash but I decided to leave them to it, I wouldn't fancy getting kissed by him!

F1 Racing this weekend, after Monaco we are hoping for more overtaking!

See you tomorrow.

Luv,

Daisy.