Do your hens like a game?

I never realised that chickens have a wicked sense of humour. Or that they could bond with a human. My girls have taught me something. Especially Ginger. She has decided that the game is to 'help' with cleaning out the hen house in the morning. Obviously, the more she squawks and stamps her feet, the faster I will work.

And just when I think she's lost interest, she hops onto the ledge above the nest box, with a look of intent on her face. 'Stop what you are doing, or I will jump'!

So of course I do stop and pick her up. And then she gets a bit of porridge. Not just a pretty face after all :-)


3 Words for 2013

Sometimes a post makes you stop and think. This one by Julie at Anglers Rest did

Hhmm, 3 words for 2013?
Love, luck and laughter? No.
Happy holidays forever? I don't think so.
Health, wealth and happiness? I certainly hope so.

Then it struck me. The three words which will define our year will be : work work work.

I'm always very grateful for work, and I have been working towards this since leaving my job as a Research Scientist to look after my mother. As luck would have it, though, all the work has arrived at once!






Photo flops

With a little time on her hands, Dawn (@Miss_Biggun) has decided we need a photo flops Linky. And with sharing our flops in mind, Tickled Pink was launched. Pop over to Me, Myself and I for more flops. Thanks, Dawn.

These photos were taken on a recent trip through the Hindhead tunnel. Mr B refused to slow down, so I had very little time to make adjustments to camera settings. The first photo is clearly on the wrong shutter speed, but perhaps I was almost getting it right in the second photo.





My garden diary for 2013 can be found here.





Me, Myself and I

February Photo Collage Festival


The brief is to make a photo collage and tell the story of the photographs each day in February. I'm slightly bending the rules (due to time constraints), as I will post the full 28 photograph collage here today, and then do four more posts during February, approximately one week, covering a mini-collage of 7 photos, each with its own theme and story.
Thanks, Julie. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone's photo collage. #fpcf13



My garden diary for 2013 can be found here.


View from the office

We completed the long-awaited office move this week. I have been working out of a cubby hole for six months, and finally I have a spacious, light, dog-friendly office space. With a wonderful view.


How nice that I don't have to go out in this weather.


The Gallery - New

Each week, I follow the prompt by Sticky Fingers and post a photograph which best describes my interpretation of the theme for The Gallery.

The theme this week is something new. I have a new macro lens for my DSLR camera. And the difference is remarkable. As I'm a novice photographer, I decided to buy a Tamron lens, not as pricey as the Canon lens, but for my needs, just as good. To show the benefit of a macro lens, I snapped the box using the standard 18 - 55mm lens.


Then, I snapped the same box, from the same distance using the new macro lens - well, I think you can see the difference!


And now I'm out and about snapping away in macro, with some new pics on Mad dog woman of Shackleford.

Now pop over to Tara at Sticky Fingers and see more New.



Photography by Lesley Beeton.

To see my previous Gallery entries click here.




Faces of Brin the Boxer

Brin and I have a special bond. I wish I could bottle his spirit, his indomitable character, his quite unstoppable sense of fun. That's why I love to photograph him.

Faces of Brin the Boxer, 2013, Lesley Beeton

My garden diary for 2013 can be found here.


If you go down to the woods today

You're in for a big surprise! 

It's quite bonkers around here. There's Polo's mum with a chainsaw, Rory's mum catching chickens, and Honey's weirdo in the brambles. I think it's quite possible that all dog walkers are mad. Mad about our dogs, mad to go out in all sorts of weather. 

And then I see the posh couple in the Porsche.

'Where shall we walk?' they ask me, as I was doing my weekly litter clear-up.

'Oh' say I. 'Do you want to walk in the woods or over the farm?' 

The woman in her long cashmere coat says 'We want some sun'. 

'Well then, cross the road, go down the bridle path until you reach the horse gate. Don't go through the horse gate. Turn right and climb over the stile'. They put their wellies on and set off. Five minutes later they were back, jumped in the Porsche and took off. They obviously didn't fancy the muddy path.

Meanwhile, I called a meeting with the local Police Community Support Officer (PCSO). As it happens, the woods are the responsibility of a different PCSO to the Village. This time a rather large man turned up, a bit bemused at the fury of the dog walkers. We get quite animated about fly-tipping, anti-social behaviour and the man with ladders on his car, who was definitely enjoying some one-on-one time with himself, if you know what I mean.

I'll leave you with what goes on in Brin the Boxer's head when the Postman delivers.




The last word from me on dog re-homing

Thanks to everyone who read, and commented on, my previous posts, which told of our experiences with dog re-homing. Before I continue the adventures of the Mad dog woman for 2013, I wanted to have one last say on the matter.

Through our interaction with two rescue centres (Boxer Rescue Service (Southern) and The Dog's Trust) and several comments on my blog and on Twitter, it seems that re-homing a dog is not an easy thing to do. Whilst we completely understand the need for rescue centres to properly 'vet' prospective dog guardians, we do feel that the system is unnecessarily long-winded, time-consuming and frankly a pain the neck. Sadly, I don't think we will ever go to a rescue centre again. 

In the case of Boxer Rescue, we never even got near the kennels, so we don't know how many dogs are waiting to be re-homed. We do know that they only re-homed 28 dogs in the year to the end of March 2011. They have over £50,000 in the bank, and they claim that it costs £1,100 to re-home a Boxer dog (from their accounts submitted to The Charities Commission). Boxer Rescue Service (Southern) are a breed rescue service, recommended by The Kennel Club. I have written to The Kennel Club expressing our concerns about the organisation. From the documents submitted to The Charities Commission, one can see that the organisation received funding from The Kennel Club, for the kennelling of rescue dogs. That is, much of their income comes from the number of dogs housed, and NOT from the number of dogs re-homed. Certainly, this service appears to be motivated to kennel dogs and not find suitable homes for them, in direct contradiction of their stated manifesto.

And from what we saw at The Dog's Trust, we believe this is true of that organisation too. The kennels in Shoreham are really lovely. Bright and warm, with arm chairs and blankets. Perfectly designed for tugging at the heart strings for more donations. For here's the rub. They are centrally funded, from public donations, based on the number of dogs they can house at any one time (approximately 60 at Shoreham). If they are not maximally occupied, they take vans of dogs from the Republic of Ireland. I don't agree with this practice. 

I don't doubt that the people and organisations discussed here are committed to the animals in their care. We met some lovely people who clearly had a close bond with the dogs. What they lacked was a common-sense approach to re-homing, to making it a streamlined process for dogs and families.

I heard a radio debate this week which added another side to this debate. That of breeder-bashing. I do not support puppy farming. I do advocate neutering. But I cannot join in with pedigree breeder-bashing. We have been interviewed each time we reserved a puppy, to ensure our suitability. We have met both parents in the home, and seen all the puppies in the litter. 

Getting a new furry friend is a wonderful addition to every family. Having a dog brings many benefits; companionship, exercise and unconditional love. Rescue centres would do well to remember that they are there to bring dogs and families together.

Happy new-dog-year!



Our family Christmas and a Happy New Year

After all the tears and guilt, we spent Christmas Day in our own way, quietly, soberly, thoughtfully. Just as we wanted to. We celebrated the day, the special time together, the memories, our passion for each other. We didn't miss being with a lot of people, trying to outdo each other with food, drink and gifts. 

And we had time to listen to each other, walk, laugh, cry. It was beautiful. We both felt refreshed, and excited about the New Year. We made plans, for work, for holidays, for house renovations. Mom's diagnosis two years ago at Christmas, her short, savage illness, and our grief had really taken it out of us. 

I hope that in years to come these memories will fade, to be replaced by happier times at Christmas once again.




Photos, memories, gifts and plans

On this first day of 2013, a bright, sunny day, I'm sharing a photo of our gift to ourselves. It's a fabric print of over 100 of my own, favourite photographs from 2012. The design and print was managed by Emma Trussler of Tempt Designs. We love the way Emma has captured the colour and life which surrounded us in 2012, in a multi-layered photo collage on cotton satin (1.5m x 0.75m).

'The magical world of Brin and Themba',
photography by Lesley Beeton, collage design and print by Tempt Designs, 2012

I look forward to even more photography in 2013; already planning a woodland-a-week photography project.