WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Monday, August 06, 2007

The Cheeky Kinsley Skwirrol

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
  • Day Score: 7 it was very hot, so I mostly stayd in the shayde an soopervized stuff/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I shall continew wiv my holiday de-pant. (Hehehe. OK, de-breef.)

On anuther day, we went to a playse calld Kinsley. This is it:
It has a spring an lots ov cleer warter, so they hav lots ov fish calld trout. They grow them. An wen they ar big enuff, they catch them an sell them in ther shop. Heer ar sum ov the fish, blissfully ignorant an thinkin they ar alreddy in fishy heven:
Anuver thing they grow is skwirrols.

In England, we yewst to hav lots of red skwirrols. But lots ov yeers ago, sumwun let their pet grey skwirrels from Merryka out into the wild. Now we hav mostly grey skwirrols ownly (but they ar still nice, an I go an feed wun in the park at home. He's calld Charlie.) This is becos the grey wuns ar better at findin food (this is wy they ar fatter) an also they carry a bug that red wuns get hert by.

At Kinsley they grow red wuns in a safe enclozure. Wen ther is a medsin to fite the bug, red skwirrols grown like this will be let into the wild so weel hav lots ov red wuns agen. Horray!

Most ov them wer shy, but this littol fella poppt out to say hello an waz kwite cheeky:
I thort he lookt a bit weaselly (but in the nicest possbol way): He let Mummy stroke his nose:
But mostly he liket eeting:
Mummy took this wun (mor eeting) to show his toes. She's obsesst wiv toes, that wun:
Then we walkt up the hill to the woods, wich waz good timing as I waz burstin. Unfortunately the woods lookt a bit too wet fer a small Bear in need ov a good poo:
so I jus had to leeve my mark another way (hehehe):
I fownd a soft patch behind a bush layter on, wen the others wer in the shop. Wen I cayme bak, I sor Mummy being pesterd fer a bit ov lunch:
Did YU kno that geese lyke sammon keesh an parsnip crisps? No, neither did I.

Mor tomorro!

Bye fer now!

p.s. I think Dilly is startin her holiday blog today. As I sed befor, doo go, but remember, yu'll never get those minits bak. Hehheeee...

6 comments:

Phytheas said...

Hi Bob. Wow, looks like you had a good time. Hope you were well away from the pesky geese as they can nip you when you're not expecting it. Did you have sun bloc on, you must be careful?

Phy

A.Bananna said...

wow bob! that looks really cool. I loved all the pictures! loved your mark too! lol. glad to see you has a lovely time!!

Pope Terry said...

So bears do... erh... in the words then hey. Guess thats good to know. We dont have squirrels here in Oz, just possums they eat fruit not nuts.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hi Phyth,

I ownly need sun blok on my nose. Sumtimes I ferget but Mummy puts it on me. She puts it on daddy's nose, too.


a.bananna,

Evry time I see yor haircut I think "WOW!".
We had a grayte time an me an Mummy ar campaynin to go bak.


Pope Terry,

ah yes, woodland is very important to Bear types.
As fer possums, Mummy went to Oz to stay wiv her arnty, an they dident tell her abowt the possums in the roof over her room, runnin abowt all nite. She thort ther waz a ghost. Hahahaha.


:@}

Rachelle said...

Dear Bob,
What a cute squirrel!!! I have never seen a red one before.
I liked your pictures too, take care!
Slainte~
Rachelle

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

He waz VERY cewt.
Red wuns yewzerly hav ear tufts. But this wun dident. Maybe he was a yung 'un. Maybe they ar not all this littol. He was VERY littol. Mummy wantid to adopt him. An not even wiv eny consultayshun with The Bear! I arsk yu! Just as well yu wernt allowd to.