Mr Wilkes was a little worried about delivering letters at Snell’s Farm. Farmer Snell had a small terrier named Bundle, who was pretty ferocious! “You’ll have to make friends with him,” advised Mrs Wilkes. “What! Make friends with that holy terror? He’d bite me before I say ‘Hello’!” But Mr Wilkes carried biscuits in his […]
Jenny was the only donkey on the farm. All the others had friends and mates. But she often felt lonely, for she had no mate to talk to. ‘And I spend my time chewing thistles, though the farmer is kind and gives me oats and hay too,’ she thought sadly. One day, Jenny found a
A Light Pillar is an optical phenomenon seen in the atmosphere in the form of a vertical band of light which appears to extend above or below a light source. This is caused by the multiple reflection of light from numerous tiny ice crystals suspended in the atmosphere or clouds. It is seen mostly in
It had been an uncomfortable night for Daisy, Farmer Woodley’s mare. She had bitten something which hurt one of her teeth. In the morning, Farmer Woodley took her to the vet, who said she needed to see a dentist. Daisy was terrified of dentists. They did things inside your mouth that you couldn’t see and
“Winter nights were long and very scary, especially when the foxes howled!” said Marge, the sheep, to the other animals, “Farmer Godwin knew that we got spooked, so he put a night light for us.” “Then a strange thing happened,” continued Marge, “One night, a lot of fireflies came to the farm. When they came
It had been raining all day and it showed no signs of stopping all night either. But the next morning, the sun came out. Mrs Keighly put out all the damp clothes and rugs to dry at the farm. “Hey! Why can’t we too dry out in the sun?” suggested Jugs, the cock, whose feathers
Halley was treated like a princess at the farm. Farmer Copper and Mrs Copper were very fond of their daughter and spoilt her thoroughly. She was completely lazy and always throwing tantrums. Roger, the farm dog, spoke about it to Chip, the cat. “I think we must teach her how to behave better. The master
Ley Lines are the alleged alignments of ancient sites or holy places, such as stone circles, standing stones, cairns and churches. The publication of ‘Early British Trackways’ by Alfred Watkins in 1921-22, sparked an interest in Ley Lines. He said that he could link a number of ancient landmarks by a series of straight lines,
Mr Tell was a big man. He spoke about ‘taxes’ and ‘rents’ and all the farmers treated him with great respect. So, he had become very pompous. He was to visit Farmer Fowler to check on his farm, the accounts, the animals and fields. “Let’s give him a proper reception!” said the animals, “The farmer’s
Lance was Farmer Solly’s son. He was at school most of the time, but came home for holidays. He didn’t like the farm animals. “They are so smelly!” he would say. However, he liked to climb up trees and eat fruits and ride the pony. One day, he tried to climb up a ladder to
Lenticular Clouds are stationary lens-shaped clouds that form in the troposphere at high altitude. They are normally aligned at right-angles to the wind direction. They are regularly found near mountainous areas and can appear singular or stacked like pancakes. Lenticular Clouds are different from other clouds because they are stationary. They re-form continuously over the
I am Brownie, Mr Douglas’ horse. On market days I take him with a cartful of stuff to the village where he sells it all. He gives me oats and hay while I wait. On some days I work on the farm, taking him to the fields, collecting fruits and vegetable, carrying some of the
“Who named him ‘Pell’? It doesn’t make any sense!” said Winnie, the goat. “It’s short for Pelter,” explained Jacob, the horse, “He’s always in a pelter, running around frantically.” “He’s rather foolish for a dog,” said Winnie, “I suppose we’ll have to look after him till he grows up and becomes sensible.” And that’s how
This mysterious person wearing a military uniform with a gas mask covering his or her face was observed to be walking the same route quietly in a Swiss forest for 10 years. Tales of Le Loyon have been reported in the woods of Maules in western Switzerland for the past decade. An unnamed amateur photographer
Misty, the duck, was a great favourite at the Ingle’s farm. She was a wonderful story-teller. Her stories were loved by all the creatures. But that day, there was no sign of Misty. The ducklings were wandering around looking very lost, till Bessie, the brown hen, took them under her wing. Where was Misty? The