Stile and panache 🌟

Happy Fence Friday!

 

We meet this stile almost daily. Patches doesn’t even have to hop over it, she can just walk under the lower horizontal timber.

Back in 2016 she did jump along and over the timbers, as did her brother, Sam. Patches damaged her cruciate ligament and needed surgery at the vets. Some £1200 later and she was better, though it took some weeks to heal. I slept downstairs with her for 2 or 3 weeks so she didn’t decide to jump on furniture and further damage her back leg.

Patches doesn’t seem to bear malice toward the stile.

 

Stacksteads

 

Lancashire

 

#HFF

 

 

COME IN

 

Robert Frost

 

As I came to the edge of the woods,

Thrush music - hark!

Now if it was dusk outside,

Inside it was dark.

 

Too dark in the woods for a bird

By sleight of wing

To better its perch for the night,

Though it still could sing.

 

The last of the light of the sun

That had died in the west

Still lived for one song more

In a thrush's breast.

 

Far in the pillared dark

Thrush music went -

Almost like a call to come in

To the dark and lament.

 

But no, I was out for stars;

I would not come in.

I meant not even if asked;

And I hadn't been.

Done