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 

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

 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 

 

 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

I Am Back !

 As the title says I am back blogging and hopefully more regularly than once a year. 

As many of you are aware I have had a bit of problem with the bladder. Well, it now seems to be righting its self. The tumour which was a T2 and has now shrunk to a T1 and perhaps by the time they take another look in June it might not even be there. For sure the symptoms that brought my attention to the fact that all was not as it should be have long gone!

Clinical suggestions were that the bladder needed to be removed however, after looking at the pro's and con's, also taking into consideration my age 79. I decided not to have that done because I want quality of life not quantity. 

I did though agree to have a short course of Chemotherapy. What an eye opener that was ! 

I shall not to go into details, other than to say it was one of the most miserable experiences of my life and would not wish it upon my worst enemy. A week or two after the course I received a phone call from the senior Oncologist who informed me that there was no cancer in my body other than what may remain in the bladder. I was walking on air for several days afterwards !

Throughout the treatment I had no hair loss which was just as well because I don't have much anyway! And the only effect I noticed was that my finger nails are now slower to grow.

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On the home front our old dog Toby, aged 18 was put to sleep last month as he had lost the use of his legs; its was not sudden for we had seen him steadily weakening over the last while. 

A dark cloud of grief hung over us for a few weeks and then came the decision to get another dog. We chose a Labrador cross Collie, black with a white star on his chest with a few small bits of white on his body; we have named him Seànie. |He was born at Halloween in Tipperary and is now virtually house trained too! He has filled that empty sad place in our hearts and is very well behaved as well as having some puppy traits like chewing the odd shoe but not anymore for we have tidied up and put them beyond his reach.

Well my friends it is time to call a halt on my ramblings and I wish you all

A Happy St Patricks Day

So stay safe all of you !

 

In and out of a Dark place

 In the latter part of 2019 I was diagnosed with cancer in my bladder and since then have had two courses of BCG treatments. Each of which was six weeks long with a three month break and numerous other procedures in-between.

BCG is a type of immunotherapy drug. Immunotherapy drugs encourage the body's immune system to fight cancer cells. For bladder cancer, BCG is given directly into the bladder (intravesical). This can make the bladder react in a way that makes the immune system get rid of cancer cells.

Well ! What can I say except that I went into a dark place for awhile... until I reached an understanding within that there were a few other times that I came close to losing my life. I shall not enumerate them here; except that one was when I nearly drowned and saw as, I sank to the bottom my oxygen bubbles going upwards in the green silent water.

A few weeks ago we (Mrs H and I) met with the Urology Consultant of Tallaght University Hospital a teaching hospital in County Dublin, Ireland, whose academic partner is Trinity College Dublin. He informed us that my cancer has now invaded the muscle bladder and that the best thing to do is to remove the bladder along with the prostrate - this surprised me because I have never had a problem with it. Ah' well that's the way the cookie crumbles.

This week we had a meeting with actual Consultant who will be removing the offending organ. He detailed the various procedures that will be performed during the operation and detailed the recovery care afterwards etc. 

Prior to the removal I shall be having a meeting with the Chemotherapy Professor who will access my suitability and then pass me forward to the Anesthatist - I feel that I should share with you all that the very first time that the surgeons removed foreign bits from the bladder the effects of the anaesthetic left me HAPPILY hallucinating for two days afterwards and I recall standing on the roof of Tallaght Hospital and seeing Mrs H driving along the approach road, I was so floaty ! 

I think that I ought to cease now just in case I relapse into that space again. So take care all you and I will catch up with you all later xx

I stared enthralled

Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.

Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.

I stared enthralled

I stared enthralled

as miller’s grit- shards

shimmered streamed

clothed a rivers air

My mind ran free seeing

Figures of every age converse

convivially move as before.

Silent souls, opaque beings

on death’s opposite shore.

©MRL August 2020

REFLECTIONS

Once again I am sharing with you a recent painting of mine of the Co. Clare coastline - the time of day is sunrise and the month was May. Almost a year has gone by of since I took note of the colours and made pencil sketches of that clear and silent early morning.

My medium is as always oils, for I appreciate the stretch and plasticity that enables me to blend and build up the layers until my desire is achieved.

Reflected Dawn on canvas 60 x 20 cm

We have the use of a holiday home off the beaten track that sits almost on the waters edge, high enough up to be safe in a storm and close enough that none can build in front of us. It suits all of our requirements like no other property could.

Unfortunately due to this wretched global virus our next visit may not be until September; I realise that there are many who are alive today that possibly may not be so in a few weeks time and that truly saddens me. I cannot help but liken the number of fatalities world-wide to the war time conditions that prevailed in WW2 (I was born early January 1943).

The heroes of this crisis are surely the medical staff and ancillary workers of every hospital and facility that is dealing with the casualties. There is and will be much counselling to be done among the relatives and close friends of the victims.

I am cocooned here at home in the heart of the Irish countryside and wish you all the best of health. Stay safe.

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As ever I am still unable to reply to your comments yet rest assured 

that I do read and welcome your words !

Not in any order.

Sitting here in splendid isolation the silence is deafening as I hear the grass grow and the crackles of trees as leaves start to pop out in an un-peaceful rural way.

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On seeing this 
I obliquely answered

"I prefer to be my wayward self sitting here under a mottled sky watching the birds fly..."

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and to an anonymous question I said

"Rather over weight for its colour and it needs more flexibility in the girth"

Pastime...

I have lost all enthusiasm in blogging and  even reading those of others ! Yet I am loathe to close down a herons view lest I change my mind at some future time.

My attempts at writing poetry has left me high and dry too however, I have returned to my brushes and oils to past the time with and enjoying myself immensely.

Below one of my recent paintings

Sunset over East Galway from West Clare

© MRL 2020

Please Note I am unable to respond to any of your comments, all of which are very welcome and it is not my fault or even that my O.S. the problem is either Google and or one of their subsidiaries = such as Blogger !

Professing !

Actual  professing.

There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from their own deep well of knowledge.

This was one of those times.

My thanks to all who have left a comment including Colonel Blimp alias Cro Magnon who can never be polite no matter how hard he tries.

STUFFING TURKEYS

I often keep a look out for interesting and unusual things when I am out and about to use as blog topics and a few days before Christmas I was in awe to observe a hearse in Lidl's car park. We did look and it was empty at the time.

Later as we were leaving I noticed a fellow customer walking across the car park carrying several large frozen turkeys, he seemed to be heading in the direction of the hearse.

Mrs H went off to investigate.

As they were chatting the man put down his burden and opened the passenger door.

Out fell several more very large frozen turkey carcasses. 

Obviously imbued with Christmas spirit he then tried to stuff them all onto the seat and into the footwell. Mrs H helped, secretly hoping that he would open the rear door and place them in a line where the coffin would normally rest.

It was not to be, so wishing him season's greetings we drove away still wondering why an undertaker would want so many frozen turkeys. 

Answers below please. 

SOLSTICE SPIRIT

My favourite tipple at this time of the year

home made blend of Vodka and Polish Cherry juice

AND

So it leaves me no more to do

than  send to you 

my readers and friends 

The Very 

BEST WISHES 

of a

HAPPY SOLSTICE

Still a problem leaving comments on my own blog
and yet I was able to leave one.
Strange things are occurring in the blogging world!

HALLUCINATION !

In a moment of haste I deleted A Herons' View.  That decision was probably caused by a cocktail of drugs that was administered to me by the anaesthetist prior to a procedure in a prominent Dublin hospital.

Never in my life have I ever been quite so stoned for such a long time, the hallucinations seemed to go on for hours on end and only truly ceased when Mrs H called in a friend to give me an extended reflexology treatment.

Oh bless their cotton socks! That really did work by returning me back to planet earth very quickly.

I mentioned my experiences to my GP who laughed out loud and said "Well Mel that's because we keep the best for ourselves !"

I suppose one good thing did come about though. I posted my stash of pipe tobacco to a friend - minus my pipe which I have been unable to locate - so that is the end of my pipe smoking days.

My treatment is not yet finished and I can foresee several visits more which I will try to keep a handle on without acting so rashly in the future.

HOSPITAL

I shall be missing for awhile as am going into hospital for a procedure on my bladder,
hopefully my stay there will not be a long one.

The one good thing is that I have neither pain or discomfort, it seems very strange to write that because I have always assumed that patients have too feel poorly.

Well my friends be good to yourselves and to the strangers that you meet on the road.

All the very best to you !

MY APPRECIATION TO ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE LEFT ME A COMMENT DOWN BELOW !

All that I can say at the moment is that investigations are on going and that apart from feeling a little tired at times I am without pain.

Science : of Governance

Westminster Storms 

Found this on social media and thought it amusing.

Oxford University researchers have discovered the densest element yet known to science.
The new element, Governmentium (symbol=Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called pillocks.
Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact.
A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.
Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 to 6 years.
It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganisation in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.
In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganisation will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.
This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.
This hypothetical quantity is referred to as a critical morass.
When catalysed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium (symbol=Ad), an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium, since it has half as many pillocks but twice as many morons.

ON SECOND THOUGHTS

TOBY my faithful companion

On second thoughts I have decided to keep the blog going, in spite of Google restricting and curtailing my democratic rights to comment on other peoples blogs. Nor am I going with some peoples' advice to put google chrome on top of Apple's Catalina operating system or any other alternative programme. In similar vein am not moving over to Wordpress either, for no other reason other than my stubbornness.

I guess that I am making a silent return on this lovely sunny October day, sitting as I do near the window and today, looking up into a clear blue cloudless sky while a slight breeze gently trembles the leaves. The sight of this brings peace into the core of my being.

'Peace' at the core of our being is a very precious state to be in. So very subtle that it is hard to attain and also to maintain for very long. I know that some people see this state as being part a religious experience, I know for instance that the Dalia Lama mentions it as a being a mind-body-soul state, however, the word 'soul' rips me up somewhat for I am not a religious person and think the experience is that of mind-brain-body.

None of the above matters very much or is of any importance to anyone but my self they are merely words rolled into sentences and punctuated for ease of your understanding the thoughts of a complicated person.

Well until the next blog post I wish you all peace.

It seems now that I cannot even reply to comments ! so I will use this page to thank Debra for her kindly one.

Thanks Cat sorry about not getting visits or notifications of them. I must point out that Ireland is an independent state and is not in part of the UK or the Commonwealth. We are though a member of the EU and happy to be so.

Kris : May thanks for your kind words !

Lettice: I note that we have/had similar problems, pity that Google is so large that they cannot rectify the situation.

Vallypee: Thank you for your kind offer which I will take up.

	^.^	at 17:22

Self Portrait

I don't believe that I have ever shared with you that my first love was painting and that at various times in my life I have been quite prolific. During the in-between times my mind was wholly taken up with poetry which filled and satisfied my being.

Creative poetry now seems to have left me high and dry once again ! So I have now returned to my first love once more and have set myself up in our spare room.

In the background are my glass paintings which provide a screen between two rooms.

Here is a replenished supply of my oil painting tools, the tin lid in the foreground is my palette.

I don't believe in wasting money on fancy equipment apart from 

my Peterson pipe and baccy of course - both very necessary to me!

Here is my painting, after twenty-five years of being in the doldrums. 

This is my first ever attempt at a self portrait (minus glasses and wrinkles of course - wink!) 

The background is Co. Clare where we recently holidayed.

Please let me know your opinions in the comments section.

NOCTURNAL ADVENTURES

I am not in my studio today. Waiting for the paint to dry is an excuse for feeling lazy, due perhaps to my nocturnal travels.

There is a portal in the bedroom that I enter that allows me to visit other realms of life. Last night's journey was to faery and I had some wonderful adventures with those special folk. We went to a hurling match which was quite violent at times, almost like a faery war but not. Did you know that outside of the arena they play their fiddles for the sole purpose of encouraging and enlivening the hurlers ? That was news to me.

After the match I made my way home via a coastal route that took me close to the sea where I saw an old chap fishing with his pole, dressed in colourful clothes and wearing a wooly cap. I think he felt a bit shy because as I watched the colours of his clothing started to fade until all that was left of him was a black outline that pulsated once or twice and then was gone for good.

The fisherman did appear again later and this time he was just an outline of himself sitting precariously (I thought) on a very thin, twiggy branch of a blackthorn tree. This time I avoided staring at him for any length of time in case he took fright again. 

My journey ceased near a mound not too far from where I live and very soon I was back in bed and sound asleep.

So What did you do before sleep

last night ?

Shorelines

This is my five-hundredth blog post and the last photos of our recent holiday

on the West coast of Co Clare.

It would be fair to title this photo 'Ancient and Modern'.

In the foreground is the traditional curach which has been in use for centuries 

by the inshore fishermen of Ireland.

Modern lobster and crab pots made of steel.

My eye was caught by the high trees, so close to the shore, an unusual sight

in this part of Clare for you can travel for miles without seeing any at all.

The glorious limestone of the Burren dominates all 

and provides an eye stopping backdrop.

The small harbour of Ballyvaghan and a large old anchor

The houses of Ballyvaghan seem to cling to the shore for survival, 

squashed as they are between the Burren hills and the sea.

Further along the coast is Fanore beach with its sand dunes. 

I imagine that it may be a good place to fish with a rod and line 

given the right conditions.

In the foreground are the feeding grounds of sea birds as well as herons and egrets.

The rocky isles are almost totally covered by the high tides each day.

Night falls slowly and the sea has a particular look about it 

that says winter is not far away.

The ever-present elements of wind powered waves crash upon coastal rocks

to shape the land that we call home.

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