OOOH! I got back in here!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I don't suppose any of my friends will still be looking for posts on my bloggy here anymore. 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.

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.

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.

Bye for now,
   Love,
     Trumble x

Helping with the harvest.

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. It is ever so very hard work. 

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.
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.

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. 

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.

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!

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.

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.

A few days later, a big machine came and wrapped each bale in black plastic. Daddy would have prefered to let the grass dry even longer so it would have turned into hay, as we usually do, but the weather wasn't going to be dry for long enough so it had to be baled and wrapped whilst still a little damp which means it would be turned into haylage. I wasn't allowed in the field then, incase I got wrapped by mistake, so there aren't any photos.

After we tried to help, I was allowed to ride one of the sheep down to the vegetable garden to help some more.

Which would have been fine if I hadn't looked down and felt dizzy ...

But Spot and I sat up on a patch of clover and then the ewe came to say sorry that we'd fallen.  We soon felt better.

It was a real relief to get back to the garden though.

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.

Here's to a better summer next year!

OLIVER SMILEY GOES TO TOWN.

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.
  

 

He got his name because he is a smiley bear and long ago, when she was a teacher at St Jude's School in Southwark, Mammy was very fond of a little boy called Oliver Smiley, so she named our Ollie after him. We hope that the human Oliver Smiley won't mind having a namesake. Our Oliver was very happy to receive a full name.

 A few weeks ago, Ollie went on a trip to Shrewsbury with Mammy. We thought it was his turn to be special. 

 

Mammy took a photo of Ollie waiting for the bus at the car park in Rhayader. The children from the local school painted their own designs, depicting the little town. Aren't they cheerful? So much nicer than plain concrete.  Ollie pretended that he lived in the clock tower and was standing by his front door.

 

The bus was late, so Ollie played at being a fierce bear at the zoo. The bars are actually to divide the bus shelter in two but they made good pretend cage bars and Ollie even managed to squeak out a couple of quite bear growls.

 

Next he tried walking along the edge of the seat without wobbling or falling off. The red kite picture above him is beginning to fade, poor thing. Ollie fell off three times and then decided to sit quietly, so he wouldn't get really dirty and feel ashamed when he met new people.

 

The bus came at last, but not before Ollie had seen a beautiful rainbow. It stopped Ollie wishing that the weather had been dry and sunny. Now he loves rainy days and hopes to have wellington boots and a raincoat soon, so he can play in the rain and hunt for rainbows. The bus looked huge!

The driver was very kind. He gave Oliver a ticket for the cost of two chocolate buttons and then let him ride with him at the front of the bus. Ollie loved pressing the buttons on the ticket machine.

 

Mammy had to go to the hospital so, when they arrived in Shrewsbury, Ollie snuggled down in her bag and slept for a couple of hours.

When he woke up, they walked through town and saw some very old buildings. The ones with wooden beams and decoration filled in with white stuff are  Tudor buildings, but the all-stone one is even older and was the original town market hall. Mammy says part of our house is from the same time - no wonder so many spider families live here! When Ollie showed us these photos we got very interested in houses and I'll show you some books about old houses another time.

 

Ollie had some money to spend, so he went into the toy shop.

Here he is, chosing toys and art supplies to share with us all.

 

Mammy wanted some bear-suitable fabric to make some new pyjamas. Usually Honey Podge, the house keeping bear helps choose things like that, but Ollie was thrilled to be the one trusted to do it this time.

They went to Mammy's favourite shop in all the world. It is in a street called The Mardol and is another Tudor building. Ollie said the floors were uneven and sloped up and down. He could imagine the rich humans who might have lived there when it was a house, though it might have been two houses originally.

 

 There was so much fabric and a huge display of things called notions, which Ollie thought were lovely, they are all to do with sewing, though I don't quite understand what?! I shall have to go and look, one day.

Here is Ollie looking for suitable fabrics. He chose fat quarters of pretty fabrics for girl bears' dresses and night gowns and then some beary boys stuff for our pjs.He said the staff at the fabric shop are lovely people, they even let him climb on the big rolls of fleece and velvet to feel how soft it was. Even though a notice said not to let children climb for safety reasons, the man said it was OK for bears, because bears are able to look after their own safety. What a special person he must be to know about the superior self-preservation skills of bears!

 

After all that shopping, Ollie was very, very thirsty. He used almost the last of his money to buy a fruit smoothy and, because the cafe was full, took it outside to drink. It was such an enormous cup that he  had to stand up to drink from it. It was so cold that he got a headache if he sucked up too much at once! 

He sat on the window sill of a charity shop. Mammy told him that she thought the charity shops in Shrewsbury were the best she'd ever seen and, when he turned round and saw the window display behind him, Ollie agreed whole-heartedly. Oh! How he fell in love with that dolls' house! It even matched the colour of his trousers and his smoothy! It was too big to carry home on the bus and, anyway, even before he had spent his money, it was too expensive. But a bear can dream ....

 

After paying his last few pennies to the bus driver for his trip home, Ollie did just that. He sat on the comfortable blue seat half way down the length of the bus, dreaming of a dolls' house of his own to play with.

Every so often, he glanced out of the window to look at the beautiful scenery. 

Half way back to Rhayader, Ollie saw another rainbow! Rainbows are symbols of promises and Ollie knew that, as he had everything he had ever needed, the only thing he could be being promised was a dolls' house of his own! He fell asleep and a jumbled dream of dolls' hosues, Tudor buildings, fabric, toys and smoothies floated through his head.

Sweet dreams, Ollie!

Naughty Yahoo People who don't like bears!

Hello!! 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 xxxxx

Comings and goings since May.

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.

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.

We rushed about putting our garden in  quite late in the season. Here is a photo of me harvesting my raddishes. They were the first things to crop.

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.

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. 

I am a small and sorry for myself little bear. 

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.

I hope you all still love me?

Trumble xxxxxx

A BIG PARCEL!!

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!

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!!!

There. Now, on with the blog.

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.

The parcel was really ENORMOUS and I had to climb up on my ladder to open it. Brendan held the ladder steady and I went up to the very top. Inside were four smaller, but still huge, parcels. They were wrapped up and I couldn't imagine what they were. So I handed one down to Brendan.

We tore the wrapping away and found .........

a beautiful, blue arm-chair! 
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.

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!

I let Brendan try them both and decide which he prefered, but I was rather pleased when he chose the terracotta checked set, because the blue one was my favourite.

Thank you so much, Sue and Jules, for making our lovely chairs!