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We are a hard working, family of eight. Swimming in the sea when we aren't busy on our small holding. Daddy dragon has to work away a lot, so this blog is to let him keep up with our adventures at home.

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

A letter or two...

The girls spent their morning at the kitchen table. Diligently penning letters to their nearest and dearest. At last they had all been addressed and given appropriate postage. We went off in search of a post box.

This is our nearest post box.

We made it to the post box on foot. I probably should have taken it as a warning, after having a neighbor stop and offer us a lift. 

One little girl, the only one tall enough, stretched up and pushed the envelops into the postbox.

The wind blew like it was late for an appointment.

Away blew the letters.

We chased these letters... correction, I chased these letters through one field after another. Over fences; some barbed, others electrified, and into an abandoned croft. 

A sheep stepped on one, which I removed gratefully from beneath her hoof.

These poor girls were absolutely hysterical sitting beside this post box, as I chased the letters all over this blooming island. All the love and care they'd put in, being flung about like abandoned plastic carrier bags.

So, when you receive a letter, rain sodden and hoof printed, from the hatchlings, please know it was not through lack of care that they arrived so disheveled.

You have to work pretty hard to get them that muddy!

1 comment:

  1. I look forward to receiving those letters, sweetheart. Don't do yourself an injury chasing letters, though!