Mowing the lawns

Last night had it's moments of great personal triumph for me and also moments of some confusion. Last night The Owner's friend, who for now I must call Bonio Man, (he has another name that The Owner is always calling him but I am too polite to mention and too innocent to understand) he came came and gave me one of the Bonio's out of his own special box he keeps specially for me in The Owner's studio.

Then he took The Owner off to get some petrol for his mower. I tried my little 'Gimme another Bonio', dance when they got back but he didn't so he isn't my favourite now. But I'm sure that will change again when next he visits and responds to my little dance! I should explain that I find that The Owner's mower is something akin to his Dyson and terrifies me! On this occasion I thought I would steel myself and be very brave and I sat on the front door mat just outside the front porch and watched him cut all the lawns. I was so pleased with myself, at my bravery, that I launched forth when The Owner shut the mower down to go and see The Owner, that I forgot he had opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass and left them both on the table by the front door. Ooops! That's ok, he has another glass indoors...... and bottle. So my triumph was to beat my fear of the mower. My confusion involves my nemesis recently; Blackbird. Mowing finished and glass cleared up he opens another bottle and pours himself a glass and sits on the lawn. Behind the cherry orchard I can hear Blackbird giving it big noise with his "dog, dog, dog, cat, cat, catcatcatcatcat". I don't know why as there isn't a cat for miles! Then comes the source of my confusion, Blackbird comes down and has a good rummage around in the grass box from The Owner's mower right by his feet, within launching distance of me. Now why do that when he was shouting only moments earlier about there being a dog nearby. Still it made a nice end to the day as I curled up beside The Owner with my chin on his lap as he drank his wine and watched Blackbird look for his tea. If he'd asked I would have let him have a bit of my dried food, although on second thoughts, no need to waste it! I think we may have a rook living in the trees that is either blind or stupid. One of them was clearly trying to show the stupid one something as it kept going "There, there!" and the other one would respond "Where, where?". They kept this going for about half an hour, I think I would have given up trying to show it by that time!