Unexpected Visitor


The owl was very hungrey.so we gave it some chicken cat food. The brown stain on her front is the grave from the food.. She is sitting on my shoulder for this feast.

The owl was very hungrey.so we gave it some chicken cat food. The brown stain on her front is the gravy from the food.. She is sitting on my shoulder for this feast.

It had been a wet damp day and with it getting dark at about four I had decided to shut the workshop early as we were up to date with work and had no bookings for people to drop or collect.

It came as a shock to find an owl sitting on the fence looking at me as I came out of the door. He/she just sat there, then opened his wings and took off heading towards me I ducked and as I did he landed on my back Wow! I moved back to upright slowly and as I did he walked up my back until he was on my shoulder.
Jac was standing beside me when this happened she could not believe what she had just witnessed not only that but the owl allowed her to stroke him, while she was doing this she managed to get the number of the ring he was wearing and the web address, to cut a long story short we ended up at www.ring.ac which tracks ringed birds across the country. We emailed them and waited for an answer.
 But what now? I moved my hand up to stroke the owl and as I did, it gently pecked at my hand so we decided to find it something to eat. It had started to rain so I moved back in to the workshop with the owl still on my shoulder and waited for Jac to come back with some food.
Once he got the hang of it he tucked into a bit of  real chicken pieces cat food. When he had decided he had had enough he flew off my shoulder on to a ladder that was standing at the back of the workshop, he looked quite happy so we put a bowl of water down locked the workshop and waited for some info.
The following day some info started to come in. It turns out he travelled from Thetford, Suffolk. Quite a way! He was spotted a couple of weeks earlier by another local in the area.
At around about midday Weirfeild wildlife Hospital  in Lincoln  ( www.weirfield.co.uk ) came to pick the owl up. We were informed he had been let back into the wild from captivity but had not gone back to complete wildness.
It was a great experience and a shame to see him go. You never know he may return when they let him loose again.

Lunch the second best meal of the day?

Not banggers and mash

Not bangers and mash

I have just been asked if I would like sausages and mash for the midday meal. I am not sure if I want the feeling of being kicked in the stomach.  Mmmm! home made creamy mash and succulent pork and tomato sausages with veg and gravy – I’m having second thoughts as I write this! There’s still work to do, so have opted for the alternative of sausages in a roll as a  lighter option! – or is it?

Anyway, as long as I do not feel the need to put my stomach on a trolley to move round the workshop, it will be a bonus.


The fat controller is not well.

I'm well on the road to full recovery Thank you.


Let me explain. The fat controller is our Border Collie. His name is Fozzy and going on thirteen years of age, yes! he’s getting a bit long in the tooth I hope he does not mind me saying that, Well  it’s to late now!             

We call him the fat controller because he has to be checking everything and everyone out. For example if I’m under the truck changing the oil he is under there to see what is going on many a time I’ve said ” don’t just look, hand me that wrench!” he just pops his ears up and gives you a look like that in the picture,  then moves on to his next inspection.          

 He is a kind caring dog, if one of us is ill he will come and spend all his time by the bed occasionally getting up to check to see how you are by putting his head on the bed. A little while a go the cat was in a fight (a story for another time) When he came back from the vets he had a bucket ( Elizabethan collar-a large plastic collar helps protect the wound ) on his head because his ear sliced open. Fozzy would follow the cat around and sit by him, but the cat was not  happy.         

Over the christmas period a lump appeared on his side, we did not take much notice of it as he has a number of other lumps that the vet said were fatty and assumed that this was one too.  A few weeks later the lump looked a lot bigger and did not feel like the other lumps, so he went off to the vets. We came away with some antibiotics and another appointment for a biopsy. The following week he went in. The Vet was concerned with the results and booked him in for an operation to remove it. He went in for his operation and had to stay over night which we knew may happen but were not happy about it just the same.  Mid-morning we pick up Fossy, when he came out with the nurse it was a big shock to see, head in a bucket and so much of his hair missing with a scar that went down his side almost top to bottom with a stent sticking out. Oh was he pleased to see us!  He could not keep still, making for the door at every attempt.  After we had received our instruction from the nurse about med’s, what to do with the stent in keeping it clean,  along with the scar, we left.         

Once home he went into the kitchen laid down and went to sleep stretched out  across the floor. Later that day he would not stop walking around as though he was in pain and did not know what to do to get comfortable. We gave him a Rimadyl this made a difference, he settled down and went to sleep.  A few hours later it started all over again. That night and the following nights were sleepless for us all as he wandered about banging in to things. He needed a lot of comfort.        

 On Friday three days after the op we visited the vets for a check on the healing and discharge from the stent, they were not happy with the way things were going.  We were not happy with the amount of pain relief he was getting, so the vet prescribed some Tramadol. That night we all had a better nights sleep.       

On the Monday he had the stent out, the wound was healing better than expected the vet was up beat but there was a sting in the tail, the histology was back!  The lump had been the size of a tennis ball and about two point two pounds. The report said it was a high grade spindle cell sarcoma, which means its likely to be invasive and difficult to get rid of completely and may  re-occur in different places. The prognosis is cautious. The vets cut the lump up instead of submitting it in its entirety, so the prognosis could have been more exact.      

To date Fozzy is back to his old self. I think he realizes that he has been quite ill. Hopefully he will be around for many more years.