Lughnasa Lughnasa Moon
Sometime this morning the land-beaver scuttled down from the tree and made good its escape. I think.
His disappearance created a round of consternation for the dogs. So much so that three different times today they dug under the fence and went hunting outside the fence. I found two of the escape spots and wired them shut, but the third will have to be found tomorrow morning.
It’s about time for us to move because the large coil of baling wire I bought years ago is nearly spent.
