Thursday, 3 August 2023

Hallowe'en Pup

 

                                                    A great old gentleman - Toby

Did I  tell you that poor old Toby died in 2021 aged 21?  He was a grand old dog and a great friend to us. His former owner, Jim, lived along the road here and because of his ill health he asked us to take in Toby. An Old English Sheepdog / Collie cross, Toby was about eight years old and a very timid creature when he came to live with us. He was frightened by many things but especially people throwing or bouncing balls or holding large sticks. When I pickked up the poker to riddle the fire, poor old Toby would cringe and it took awhile for him to understand that my action wasn't a threat to him. Over the years he relaxed, helped by regular meals, love and a warm stove to curl up beside. His passing brought us many tears but also many happy memories and we still talk about his adventures.  



 

                                        Seánie when we met him & in his new home

After some time I felt that the energy of our grief could be channeled in a good direction so we talked about homing a new dog. I looked on-line at various dog adoption sites until my eye fell upon a Labrador cross Collie pup in County Tipperary. I showed the photo to Jane and her eyes brightened. A phone call was made and questions answered until we had an address and a date to meet the pup. The journey was almost torturous, as it took us up steep, hilly and narrow roads with sharp bends. We persevered and eventually arrived at a Hill Farm in darkest Tipperary to meet with the Farmer who had the pups in the shed of a neighbour on deeply filled straw floor. Half a dozen pups scampered around and I pointed out the one that we  wanted and the farmer scooped him up into his arms and carried him down to the car.



                                                           Seán Gilmartin RIP


We named him Seánie after a great friend of ours, Seán Gilmartin, who had passed away very nearly the day on which Seánie was born at Halloween. I am no stranger to dogs and have had quite a few of them, however, Seánie being mainly a Labrador in nature as well in looks was a bit of a handful! More than once I threatened to send him to the Dogs' Home. Fortunately this did not happen as slowly over time his behaviour has greatly improved and thus our fondness for him is now of a great magnitude! I'm so glad he is our pup, part of the family and the best boy in the world.


                                                      Seánie, almost 2 years old 


Friday, 21 April 2023

Bord Na Mona

I felt shame the other day when a visitor to this green land of Ireland pointed out to me the disgraceful sights that they had seen on several disused peat bogs owned by Bord Na Móna. 

So I researched what the BNM company policy is regards to waste…

Bord na Móna Recycling is our waste management business, collecting 450,000+ tonnes of waste from 135,500+ customers every year. Bord na Móna is currently making waste collection greener through the electrification of its trucks.

We’re restoring and rehabilitating Ireland’s bogs to help meet climate and biodiversity goals.”


Oh right then, so why is it that at several ex-working peat bogs that I have visited recently on which large amounts of black plastic or white plastic can be seen scattered around ?

There is also an abundance of old machinery, tractors, trucks and large oil storage tanks, rusting away. 


Is it, I wonder some bizarre notion of laying down bits of 21st century industrial waste to become the archaeology of the future?


As we are doing our best to help the climate by no longer burning turf or coal, recycling our waste and composting etc., Bord na Móna, who collect & recycle for their paying customers, appear to be oblivious to the state of the bogs that they are supposedly “restoring and rehabilitating”.



HEAPS OF PLASTIC BAGS



Monday, 6 February 2023

 I seem to be a bit lost on here, I am getting confused with the operations of my two blogs, the poem was intended solely for Words of a Rambling Mind it popped up on here - now that was a surprise ! I think that I will leave it here lest I get into more trouble.

So what's been happening with Heron do I here you say ? Well have been busy on Facebook and recently on Instagram both of which are very different operations to blogging, not sure that I like either actually.

On the personal front I am now a junior octogenarian since early January and my pension went up by a tenner a week not much, but every little helps 😆 

We have a new dog, Seanie, a black Labrador who is settling in very well after having spent the first 12 months rearranging our soft furnishings, thus no longer do we have any cushions! Other than that he is a delightful little chap to have as a companion and a bit expensive on iPhone covers am now heading towards a fifth!

Poor Toby slipped away in January 22, he was about 21 years old. In his later years he became both blind and deaf but very loyal right up to the end. He is and always will be a treasured memory.




Well that's about it for now folks I catch you later and will be back soon - I promise 










 




Sunday, 5 February 2023

 I am changing my diet.

From meat to grain

both fed by sunshine

Similar yet different

a connotation under stood.


Swift silent stiletto 

sheared a friendship.

When first line misunderstood

The portcullis is fixed down

and I am without… alas, alas.


Gone now into emptiness

words and phrases shared.

For what was their worth

those well meaning words.

Now that all is destroyed.


I am changing my diet…

Yet again !


©MRL Feb2023