The Neighbours

This started out when i was ill a few weeks ago, i turned into something of a spectator in the lives of my neighbours.

These young red polls were using the dog pen as a climbing frame.

Ravens & magpies who woke me up quite earlier.

A juvenile pied wagtail, who is still missing some of its plumage.

A juvenile starling with its rather dapper colouring.

A pheasant who is a regular.

Swallows who always feature here, but this time on the ground.

A male blackbird.

Thank you for visiting.

Laois Connemara Pony Breeders Group show

Owing to illness i didn't take many shots of the show this year

My brake is stuck.

Brock Lodge Buster the champion of show.

Art Exhibition

Popped in to see Gemma's exhibition. Her blog called Magically Overactive Imagination is truly the correct name, as it sometimes shames me with my lack of imagination.

here are some of the pictures, i apologise for the lights catching on the glass.

There was also a corner for the next generation to express themselves

Gemma with some new artists.

Thank you Gemma for the invite.

Barn Dance

I poped into the Square Bar on friday last for the barn dance, it was being heald for baby Emma, who is very unwell. I would like to say well done to the bands who gave their time for free.Just a few shots from the night.

Thank you for visiting & have a enjoyable week.
  niall

The Most Loyal Roman of Them All

It is my sad duty to say after a short illness, Chico passed away a short while ago. As with everything he did in the ten years i knew him, he put his own stamp on how he died. Defence of his ground was still a duty he would not shirk, when walking became a hard labour patrols around the house were still conducted & perceived treats were still responded to, only when i put him in his house so he would not be guarding in the rain,did i not receive a welcome home from work.

Down the years there have been so much laughter, scratches & bruises when we would play a highly stylised mock fight, which was so much fun & believe me invaluable on a number of occasions when the real thing happened while training dogs & tears at the end. I guess i miss my friend. Even after over a week it is still so tough to write this but if anyone deserved it he did. I think a few lines from one of my favorite poems sums it up.

The Power of the Dog. Kipling

Though it is not always the case, i believe
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;

For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in heaven ( before we are there )
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?