There were quite a few RugRats here on Sunday for the day that was in it.
They were playing around the estate when they discovered the lake was full of frog spawn, which was nice. Spring? Fresh beginnings? The start of the life cycle?
They rushed in to tell me the exciting news when one of them made an unfortunate discovery – I had caught a mouse and had forgotten to check the traps. So here was the end of the life cycle in the shape of a tiny mouse. He was only an inch long but looked fully grown. I laid him to rest in the garden.
That got me thinking.
Over the years, the Manor has seen the demise of quite a few lifeforms of one shape or another. I did a little mental inventory of all that had been buried in various spots.
Dogs: at least 4.
Cats: at least one.
Mice: Hah! Quite a few.
Rats: None [they went out in the bin. Don’t like rats].
Guinea Pigs: 2.
Birds: Too many to count [all, I hasten to add, died either naturally or by act of nature].
Spiders: None. Don’t mind spiders, so they can live.
I think there may be a budgie or two also. I’m not sure about that.
All in all there is quite a lot down there for archeologists to ponder upon in the years to come?
I may even reserve a corner for myself…