Changes All Round

As this crazy world does it's many many turns each year, and people come and people go, Otis and I have been very blessed to be a part of this incredible adventure that is life. True, it's easier said in the warmth of a hazy summer's day (yes, even we in Scotland get a summer day) than whilst trying to find some comfort in a thick woollen blanket and a hot mug of cocoa as the frost creeps in from outside. And, let's be honest, the wine is a positive contributor as well.

But even without such luxuries, it is true that as of late, Otis has found his peace (and not of the sad kind) in the rafters of our new home, Castle Manor Rabidus. It's quiet here out in the country, and I'm guessing that the increased amount of mice in his diet makes a nice change from the soap I discovered he was eating (I snuck up on him one midnight, with his beak foaming and the flustered bird stuttering something about midnight snack, one off, crazy person for waking up. I hid the soap behind the TV and he's not had any since. Not from our stock anyway).

Apart from that, we also have a few additions to our expanding tribe (external, might I add). Mildred has been a loyal companion to Harold for the past months, who knows what they whisper to each other about when all they ever do is sit on the sofa and watch the world slip by them. They seem to like each other. A lot.
Then there is the Duchess of the Dawn, and her mighty guardian, Jessine of Beyond. A little tink she is, but faithful and full of joy.
We had to leave poor Sebastian behind in our lovely little flat. We insisted he come with us, join us in our new life not so far away, but he seemed a little grumpy at the prospect of having to face the roar of human world.

So the King of Scotland, Otis and I have once again been uprooted, but with new territory comes new adventure, so we shall raise a glass and toast you all (we're not gonna eat you, promise).