tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570369495686215802024-03-12T18:38:55.728-07:00Trumble's Bear HutchTrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-23556719097388748812014-06-12T03:37:00.000-07:002014-06-12T03:38:13.251-07:00OOOH! I got back in here!!!!!!!!!!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Well, I don't suppose a</span></b></i><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">ny of my friends will still be looking for posts on my bloggy here anymore.</span></b></i></span> <i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I got locked out because I am a bear. It seems, I'm not thought sensible enough to know about typing and blogging and stuff. Anyway, I'm typing this just so that, if anybody does remember me, they can see I'm still around.</span></span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today, I got in touch with some new friends called the Noozlebears and told them the bloogy address so they could read my old posts. Then I thought it would be fun to try reading them again and.... YAY! I found I could get back in here.</span></span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We are all beary well here and hope you are too. If this post comes up, I'll tell you about what we've been doing in the last 18 months in my next post.</span></span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bye for now,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Love,</span></span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Trumble x </span></span></b></i><br />
<br />Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-10929361760235629342012-11-03T13:40:00.000-07:002012-11-04T01:08:39.474-07:00Helping with the harvest.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Every winter, we have to give our sheep and donkeys lots of hay to eat. We buy some of it, but we try to use some of our own grass to make some too.</b></i></span> <b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>It is ever so very hard work.</i></span></b> <br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">First, Daddy uses a mower on the back of the tractor to cut the long grass. He has to do this when the weather forecast says it will be warm and dry because the grass has to lie on the ground to dry out for a few days. If it rains, the grass will rot and the animals won't be able to eat it.</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Next, Daddy has to ted it, that means turn it over so that it dries all through. Then it is rowed up so that it is in rows that are parallel (that means the same distance apart all the way along) and the right distance apart for the baler to pick it up without wasting any. A friend comes to bale it, cos we don't have a baler.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">You can see from the photos that, last year, the bales were big, round ones. They are very heavy. Me and Spot, my own dog, tried to help push the bales, but they were too heavy. </span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">We had to take a rest and I was very glad of my special 'keep-the-sweat-out-of-my-eyes hankie. Can you see the little mouse that lives in my trouser pocket? He came to sit on my lap whilst we took a breather.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Next, we climbed up to the very top of the bale to look at the scenery. Oooh! It was ever so high. Come on, Spot! You can make it!</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">There! Time for a look around. I was so pleased to have my new pet dog. Every bear should have a pet and Spot is great fun to be with.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Look how tiny we seem on top of the big bale. No wonder we couldn't move it. Mammy says we shouldn't have tried because the bales are so very big and heavy that they can squash a big person flat, never mind a small bear and even smaller dog. We were only trying to help, though.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">After we tried to help, I was allowed to ride one of the sheep down to the vegetable garden to help some more.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Which would have been fine if I hadn't looked down and felt dizzy ...</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">But Spot and I sat up on a patch of clover and then the ewe came to say sorry that we'd fallen.</span></b></i> <i><b><span style="font-size: large;">We soon felt better.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">It was a real relief to get back to the garden though.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">This year, we haven't had a proper spring or summer. It has been cold and rained and rained and rained ......So nothing grew well. Our potatoes were rotten, our strawberries and tomatoes are still hard and green - even though it is November now - the apples are so sour that not even the donkeys like them and the grass didn't grow enough to make hay. Now our fields and garden are water-logged. So I had to show you photos from last year.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here's to a better summer next year! </span></b></i>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-64760490363334091352012-05-06T04:14:00.000-07:002012-05-06T04:14:12.373-07:00OLIVER SMILEY GOES TO TOWN.<span style="color: blue;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My friend Oliver sometimes feels left out. He hasn't featured in my blog before because he's rather shy about speaking to strangers. When I told him the photos of his adventures could go on my blog without him having to say a word, he go quite excited about seeing himself on-line.</span></span></b></i></span><br />
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I nearly gave up on my blog because Yahoo blocked me from having my own account. They don't seem too keen on bears using computers and they certainly don't want us blogging. They might think we want to take over world. Well, I have news for Yahoo, we already run the world in our own way. I could get my non-furry friends to do anything I wanted them to, if I so desired. But I don't so desire because I, like all my bear family-friends-and-aquaintances, am very happy with a beary quiet, beary comfortable and beary interesting life.
We bears can hibernate when we like and for as long as we like. We go to school if we want to and when we want to, and we work with the seasons or what suits us and our furless friends. No timetables, no 9 to 5 working hours, no stopping doing fun things because we are too grown up and no not being allowed to do fun things because we are too young. We can read books without being told that they are too difficult or too babyish - so I just read evrything that comes to my paws. We can also do things that humans can't because we don't have breakable bones - you should see Nuffin bounce when he leaps off the roof!
So, SILLY YAHOO PEOPLE, I should be allowed an account and I'm taking mine back, so there!!!!
OK. I've finished being rude and grumpy and showing off about a bear's life. I also want to make it very clear that we bears love and appreciate our human families. It is only bossy humans that think they run the world that we don't care for.
On to more fun stuff on my next page.
Love to you all. Hope you still want to read about my life.
Trumble xxxxxTrumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-38124187797234934432011-12-02T13:03:00.000-08:002011-12-02T13:03:30.633-08:00Comings and goings since May.<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Six whole months have flashed by since I posted about our new chairs. I'm not going to pretend it has just sped by, or that I have been too busy working to go online. It's just that things and happenings have got in the way.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>For several weeks we didn't have a computer. Mammy says that some Trojans got inside our old one and they ate the hard-drive. That sounds silly to me. I know that the Trojans lived a long time ago and had battles with the Greeks. I also THINK they rode on wooden horses, or maybe they were eaten by a wooden horse? I remember seeing pictures of them inside a horse. HOWEVER .... whatever Mammy says, I never heard of them climbing into machines and really can't anybody eating the hard bits of a computer. It all sounds incredibly silly to me. Regardless of all that, I couldn't go online for ages.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>We rushed about putting our garden in</i></b></span> <i><b><span style="font-size: large;">quite late in the season. Here is a photo of me harvesting my raddishes. They were the first things to crop.</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>So we were very busy towards the end of spring. </b></i></span><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">I'll tell you about early summer tomorrow.</span></b></i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Lots of love,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Trumble xxx</span></b></i>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-41584221093001496622011-11-29T07:54:00.001-08:002011-11-29T08:04:07.224-08:00<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh dear, oh dear! I feel like the White Rabbit who met Alice down the rabbit hole. I'm chasing where my tail should be and not producing anything worthwhile or getting anywhere in life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Where did the summer and autumn go? I was cubnapped and sent off to sea - where I discovered that Chiltern bears do not have sea legs. That is not, however, an excuse for all my plans not coming to fruition, or even coming to the start line. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am a small and sorry for myself little bear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are a few photos and explanations to come, now that Yahoo have allowed me access to my blog and email account, so I do hope you will forgive my second bout of silence. I am sorry to everyone except, of course, Posymice - the kidnapping pirate who made me sail to foreign parts without telling anyone at home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you all still love me?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Trumble xxxxxx</span></span><br />
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<br />Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-4032972625600356242011-05-10T12:31:00.000-07:002011-05-10T12:31:31.558-07:00A BIG PARCEL!!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">At last! Brendan is up from hibernation. I am still having trouble getting him to pose for pictures. He's terribly shy and is very sure nobody will like him. So I'm going to tell him once more, and this time it will be in print!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brendan O'Button, you are my very best friend and EVERYBODY who meets you will love you! You are kind, helpful and very artistic. Nobody could have a better friend, ever!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">There. Now, on with the blog.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A couple of days ago, a huge parcel arrived and Mammy said it was for us. I was so excited that I forgot to dress properly and allowed my photo to be taken without my trousers on. Brendan was so excited that he forgot about being camera shy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">a beautiful, blue arm-chair! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In retrospect, I feel a little bad that I jumped straight into it and sat there, enjoying the luxury of the cushions, whilst poor Brendan sat on Mammy's hard kitchen chopping board, waiting patiently.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After three more trips up the ladder, we unwrapped the rest of the contents of our parcel. There was another chair and two lovely, matching foot-stools. Oh, such comfort!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I know it's the wrong season, but Nuffun and I went in search of Brendan O'Button and he looked so comfortable, wrapped up in a big blanket, and Nuffin was very tired after moving to our hug so we just snuggled down for a few minutes snooze. The next thing I knew it was this morning. Don't know what happened to the last couple of weeks.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Brendan, Nuffin and I feel very refreshed and ready to work. It is still very hot and the driest spring since before I was born. Tomorrow is Easter, so we'll be hunting for eggs but then we will be working on the hutch conversion on Monday. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tomorrow I am allowed to take pictures of the lambs that were born whilst we were asleep. That's very exciting as I'm not often able to play with the camera.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy Easter and Happy Spring!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Trumble xxxx</span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-68108330776658702172011-03-29T07:03:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:27:11.359-07:00Well done Posiemice<span style="font-size: large;">This post is specially for my friend, Posiemice.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Your Dad has called me to say that almost all your two tons of toys are now back in the boxes or on the shelves where they belong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">CONGRATULATIONS! <span style="font-size: large;">Your Dad says you can have your birthday next month ( there was some talk of it being cancelled and you staying 8 years old forever!!) and you just might be lucky enough to have the special present you asked for, if we can still see at least part your carpet on 11th April.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">lots of love to you Posiemice,</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">PS Mammy and Daddy need to do some serious tidy-ups too! </span></span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-1887512351218894452011-03-28T10:42:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:42:14.241-07:00Another sunny day means another delay!<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hello again!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today has been lovely. Earlier, it was so sunny and hot that I got out my bathing trunks and summer hat.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This afternoon, we got an urgent message. Our friend on the next farm had gone off to market and forgotten to give his little girl some money to spend at her school spring bring and buy sale. She needed money to buy even more toys than she already has - which is more than two tons of toys, I think. Anyway, we took her some money and then had a look to see if there was anything for my hutch. There wasn't anyTHING, only a little someBODY. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I found him in a box under a table. Mammy said to be careful or somebody might think I was for sale too, so I grabbed his paw, pulled him out and then hung on tight to him and to Mammy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I asked him what he was doing in the box of broken plastic toys, he looked miserable and said, 'Nuffin.'</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I asked him what the human he last owned called him and he said, 'Nuffin.'</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I told him that I'm a gardener bear and asked him what he did to help out he said, 'Nuffin.'</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mammy adopted him for 25p and we brought him home. He is my protege and, of course, we are going to call him Nuffin. That's a fine name for a bear and one of our twin bears is called Muffin ( the other one is Waffle ) so Nuffin sounds really quite bear appropriate.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> He has a lot to learn and I have to look after him, so he'll be living in the bear hutch too. He looks a little sorry for himself just now, but we'll soon find out what he's good at and help him to develop self confidence. Everybear in our hug has his or her own special skill and we all help each other out.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today has been a great day. Only two things stop it from being a perfect day. The first is that I STILL haven't properly started on the hutch conversion. That doesn't really matter, I've got the whole summer to work on it and Brendan O'Button is having a hibernation extension. It would be mean to do too much of our joint project without his input.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The second thing that stops today being perfect is that I have to say goodbye to two of my friends.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUW4xhTXKOUJfZ5a-QdikmVLVmOY7XDMZ4nwvhOFG1EHYbs1PY9DqaTKfJKfhJFbmYz6rqhrUerI9ozIH0TnDDCCZQA2WFXOZX5uNjIvwpR2dKjtNTZ2mrlKuVSCRqD5PstPsk4gQvX6f/s1600/P1000231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUW4xhTXKOUJfZ5a-QdikmVLVmOY7XDMZ4nwvhOFG1EHYbs1PY9DqaTKfJKfhJFbmYz6rqhrUerI9ozIH0TnDDCCZQA2WFXOZX5uNjIvwpR2dKjtNTZ2mrlKuVSCRqD5PstPsk4gQvX6f/s320/P1000231.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here they are. The one on the left is Deputy and the one on the right is his son Kwadjo. Deputy is father to about half our flock and, of course, that makes Kwadjo brother to about half the flock. It's time for them to leave us and each to find a nice big flock of ewes they aren't related to. They are pedigree Ryeland sheep and Deputy is a champion, so it should be easy for them to find a new home each. Don't be fooled, they look as though they love other just now but they argue over which of them is husband to each of our ewes in the autumn. The ewes just find it funny and won't tell whether it is Deputy or Kwadjo that is their husband.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I'm just a teeny bit sad, but wish both Deputy and Kwadjo a happy life and lots of lambs.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">All for now,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">PS Daddy has started going to bed really late and getting up really early and I know that means that we will soon have lambs to look after. I'll show you pics as soon as I can.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">PPS Yes Posiemice, that is you that I'm talking about. It is fine to have two tons of toys if you put them away sometimes, but I don't want to visit you until you TIDY UP! A small bear like me could get seriously lost in your bedroom. I have forgotten what colour your bedroom carpet is because I haven't seen it for A VERY LONG TIME. I love you Posiemice and I don't want to lose you under two tons of toys. xxxxx</span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-56010220955811929242011-03-27T10:20:00.000-07:002011-03-27T10:20:36.457-07:00Thinking.<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today I have done lots of thinking. It has been too chilly for outdoor things as Mammy isn't feeling too well these days. I think it might be to do with the come-home-therapy, or what ever it's called. Anyway, I feel it's my job to stay with her and make sure she stays cheerful. So we bundled up in a cuddly Welsh blanket and played Pollyanna's game.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do you know what Pollyanna's game is? It's the Glad Game and it can be quite hard to play. You have to think of something to be glad about in any situation.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If Aunty Sue hadn't sent Mammy the flowers, I wouldn't have dragged up my chair to help arrange them and Mammy wouldn't have had the idea of me building a bear-size house to put all my treasures in and to give me a quiet place to share with my friends.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So these are all things to be glad about. So is sitting wrapped in a cosy blanket, which could have been boring, but I'm glad we did it because it gave me time to think really hard.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I thought about all my friends and how lucky I am to have met them. I thought about how wonderful it is to live here on a little farm and have my own goat. I thought about how lucky I am to have books about Pooh Bear , Paddington Bear, Albert the Bear and Teddy Robinson. I thought about how lucky it was that I found my rabbit hutch.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All these thoughts stopped me thinking about how slowly work is progressing on the hutch conversion.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then, when Mammy felt a little better, we went on line and looked for other bear blogs. I think I might have found some more friends! Something else to be glad about!</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVEP-2aoqC3DN1GIJ44OKNJzWqNUYL3hI95oN1JYj_bxH7XecK-SWQuGsS55puheB9Bcki8fWlkFQcOIS4z_mscfBHvMcmrvzRgBiT175qDFgnxMW5P1CVU1bkPFsTLJzcZ_tEKo6ldaT/s1600/P1000229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVEP-2aoqC3DN1GIJ44OKNJzWqNUYL3hI95oN1JYj_bxH7XecK-SWQuGsS55puheB9Bcki8fWlkFQcOIS4z_mscfBHvMcmrvzRgBiT175qDFgnxMW5P1CVU1bkPFsTLJzcZ_tEKo6ldaT/s320/P1000229.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here's a picture of me with the real Pollyanna. She taught us the Glad Game. She might not be the prettiest girl I know, but she is the happiest. She always finds things to be glad about, even when something awful happens, like falling in a puddle on a very cold day. I can't imagine how you could be glad about that, but I bet Pollyanna could.</span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-8198167942642002682011-03-24T12:52:00.000-07:002011-03-24T12:52:11.226-07:00A sad week<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hello friends.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm sorry I haven't blooged for a while. With all the terrible things that have happened in the world I have been feeling very sad and a little grumpy. So I put on my favourite Paddington Bear pjs and hibernated for a few days. Bears have duvet weeks, not duvet days.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll get up tomorrow and send more pictures to you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the meantime, please remember all those poor people in Japan and the Middle East who have lost friends and loved ones in the earth quake and tsunami and in the fighting.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Goodnight for now,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When we got up this morning, it was so sunny and warm that Brendan just had to go off and sit outside to sketch.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next, I went off to find some pots for my own garden. I found a bear-size strawberry pot and knew straight away that I'd be making strawberry jam in a few months time. Yummmy!</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l1xWiCr4Nj4hv_yJIPOHqlPLZSdAo7aHmwAa4MwcRRk5wUBsi46kJk4GdIElPne78LUl1XfTaOd99rauxejLe1Kjddd7RcpCJWsJC4MVcRf_f-MISWginXVPV3YesViOlp3kjSwsOozn/s1600/P1000195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l1xWiCr4Nj4hv_yJIPOHqlPLZSdAo7aHmwAa4MwcRRk5wUBsi46kJk4GdIElPne78LUl1XfTaOd99rauxejLe1Kjddd7RcpCJWsJC4MVcRf_f-MISWginXVPV3YesViOlp3kjSwsOozn/s320/P1000195.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I found my spade and began filling it with a mixture of seived top soil, compost and a little grit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Such tiring work! I can't wait to get my strawberry plants in though.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After all that work, I took a break, resting against the garden wall. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The flowers are coming out a little early, so I hope we don't get too hard a frost this week. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My next job was to check on the primroses and daffodils. The primroses look as though the cats have been lying on them again. I'm not sure what we could do to stop them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My last task for today was to choose a large pot to grow my own flowers in. I want to have some fresh flowers for our hutch home every day next summer.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHzdlhJOKlWEpGd75p0NHWNlH2USAZHGKaoKEzh-WdEMUskgN1Gs3lxxJf8sinrflKsLAIICXxFz7hhWrJt8jChfrYVX0bqTshCbQ4n4c9f2F5JHD28_P5cFWINYQFekJzzV-TuV8kOKb/s1600/P1000191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHzdlhJOKlWEpGd75p0NHWNlH2USAZHGKaoKEzh-WdEMUskgN1Gs3lxxJf8sinrflKsLAIICXxFz7hhWrJt8jChfrYVX0bqTshCbQ4n4c9f2F5JHD28_P5cFWINYQFekJzzV-TuV8kOKb/s320/P1000191.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This pot looks a good size and it is obviously not being looked after by anyone else. So this is my very own flower bed. I'll find a veg patch soon but I'm going to sit down for a rest now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Happy gardening and happy spring!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Trumble xxxx </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">PS Why do seed companies put the seeds into such huge and hard for a bear to handle packets, when there are only ever enough seeds to fill a tiny corner of the packet???</span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-6848720013974440952011-03-12T06:09:00.000-08:002011-03-12T06:10:08.124-08:00My latest treasures.<span style="font-size: large;">This week, several new treasures came my way. I have been collecting a few things ready for our new home and now have a large storage carton to keep them safe until we have our hutch conversion organised.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAYSko8_AdMlHNNWd0OBf9KeuNBUXruCdqTGtEXxe0144-Umk23LwfK6iVTaif8jH8tdm38S-Z_Ijj3vl3IPDdSZb8nClgJaboy56oXUMw0jxlef7RsVARwKWyWUHRgxq96h6ftDNVLvT/s1600/184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAYSko8_AdMlHNNWd0OBf9KeuNBUXruCdqTGtEXxe0144-Umk23LwfK6iVTaif8jH8tdm38S-Z_Ijj3vl3IPDdSZb8nClgJaboy56oXUMw0jxlef7RsVARwKWyWUHRgxq96h6ftDNVLvT/s320/184.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Here are some of my latest goodies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One of the best things about being only 28cm tall is that lots of human-size things can be recycled into something with a completely different use for me. Take my new biscuit barrel (OK, friends from the US - that's a cookie jar to you!), it used to be a mustard jar but fits my need for something to store and carry my ginger snaps around in perfectly. As to the little hole where the spoon used to stick out, well that's no problem, because my ginger snaps never last long enough to go stale - there are always lots of willing paws to help eat them up around here!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do you like my vintage City of London crest tea-cup? It's one of those not-very-practical-for-humans souvenir things that are sold at tourist venues but is just ideal for my morning cuppa. It was only a few pence and much cheaper than a brand new doll's tea cup, which would have been another option. </span>I am an eco-bear and love recycling things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bench in my photo is very special. It's a genuine American antique. I thought very hard about having it sent from Auntie Jane's Attic shop in the U.S. because of the air miles. I don't want to leave gigantic carbon pawprints everywhere, but the UK has never really catered to the need of bears or dolls to own furniture, so I saved up and took the plunge. A big THANK YOU goes out to Auntie Jane for holding it for me until I had enough money in my honey jar to pay for the mail cost. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have to go now. We are taking a trip to the Mid-Wales Air Ambulance Service charity/thrift shop. I may find more little goodies for our new home.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bye for now,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Trumble </span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857036949568621580.post-83467581911642033902011-03-06T08:23:00.001-08:002011-03-07T06:56:20.262-08:00Hello new friends!<span id="goog_2072386129"></span><span id="goog_2072386130"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hello!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I'm Trumble Gardener-Bear and I'm about to begin work on converting and furnishing a deserted rabbit hutch. That's the ursine equivalent of a barn conversion.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you would like to watch the progress of my venture and meet other members of my hug, drop by from time to time.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Radnor Forest Hug members are a friendly crowd and I have no desire to leave, it's just that we smaller bears need a space of our own, where we won't get lost between the cushions of our human Mammy's and Daddy's sofa or dragged up the stairs by our ears when the kitten is feeling energetic.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Most of the conversion and interior design work will be carried out under the supervision of myself and my best friend Brendan O'Button. Brendan came to live here in Radnor Forest from Ireland via Ebay. It was a very interesting experience, adopting a friend that way, and I began to see the potential of Ebay as a way of finding a few home comforts for an 11" and 12" bear. More of that another time.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Drop by again soon.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Trumble xxx</span></span>Trumblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15404226666902221781noreply@blogger.com0