A peaceful spot for doin Bear thorts. An stuff.

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: Yes, we playd Tranmere Rovers (full nayme: Tranmere Dog Poo Town) an we playd reelly well but thare is no accowntin for cheetin scum. Lost 4 - 2. Had lots ov compensaytery choklit peanuts.
  
• Simpsons:yes
• Tesco: yes
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: I got Granny but she dident notiss /10
• Overall Score: 6.00327/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

We had a good time at Granny's! We decoraytid her barthroom. We payntid the seellin an tiled the flor, then me an Mummy went to Tesco an bort her sum fansy things like a rug, posh soap an flowers an gerly stuff. I don't entirely understand wy gerls mayke such a fuss ov the room yu poo an wee in, but Granny lookt very pleezd an happy. Then, befor we left, Mummy hid a hewge bar ov rum flayver choklit under Granny's pillow, wich she dident find till arfter midnite! Wat a nice serprize!

Arfter Granny's, we wer ment to be off to the New Forrest for a few days but weev had to postpone this till nex munth, cos Mummy haz had a bad tummy agen. But we did go owt yestaday to sumware nice, an I did a littol film ov it for yu-



If yu carnt see it thare, try heer (on YouTube site.)


I hope yor all havin a nice time whare yu ar. I'm off to see yor messidges now!

Byeee!

If yoov got a mo.....

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Just a short wun today. (I meen this post, not me, cheeky). Weer off to Granny's an won't be bak till Saterdy nite. Till then, may I poynt yu in the direkshun ov my sister, Dilly, hoo haz jus put up a video ov wen we all went to a Falconry Day the other week. Mummy got to hold lots of wols an a big hork.

Well I say WE went. Me an Grayum stayd in the car wiv sum Hug-Pants. Weer too small an mouse-cullerd to be arownd big hunty berds:
Also, pleez chek the advice I gayve to wun LittleTed yestaday. If yu can offer him eny mor advice on his problem, pleez add it to the comments. He duzz look ever so worreed in his foto so I kno heel appryshyate that!

I'll see yu agen on Saterday- don't ferget- ware yor bloos!

Bye fer now!

Newton Jr.

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: yes- Mummy went berserk. They had put the boxes of cherrys down from £5 to 10p. So she bort loads an loads of 'em. She duzzent even eet them. She bort them fer the berds!
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score:still suspendid dew to cold indewst dew drops. I hav to protekt my fer, yu kno. /10
• Day Score: 7.986/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Do yu remember me tellin yu abowt Newton The Robin?

He hangs out in our gardin. He's kwite frendly an puts his hed on wun side alot. Mummy cald him Newton arfter wun of her teechers at skool, Missus Newton, hoo always walkt abowt wiv her hed on wun side tellin peepol to get into singol file (to wich Mummy an her frend, Jo, sed, "Ther's ownly wun ov me!")

ENYWAY. Newton now haz a bayby Newton! He brort him rownd an introdewst us, so I tuk his foto. HE has his hed on wun side alot too.

I've wotcht sum other robins, an they don't do this harf as much as theez do. Duz this meen they ar (a) mor intelligent (b) mor short-sited or (c) mutaytid?

Newton

Newton Jr.

-Bob-Robins don't get their red wayste-coats till they're teenaigers. Wen they're littol they hav spekols insted, so they can hyde in wiv the sparrows an mud an stuff.

Newton Jr. on our fence, flappin his wings fer Newton to come an feed him werms.

Good, issent he?

Bye fer now!

PS......

Arfter my bein-intervewd post yestaday, Pytheas an Meanie volunteerd to be intervewd by me. So keep a look out on their blogs!

I still hav mor kwestchons up my sleev (wich is yello, today, as I spilt tea down my red jumper an Grayum's still swannin abowt in my bloo wun) so let me kno if yu'd like me to intervew yu! Ah go on!

Wat's at the end of a rainbow? A Bear!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: restin
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.5 (lookt like thunder. It dident but it was a nervous day) /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Weird stuff happend yesterday.

Ferst, a blackberd flew in from the garden, lookt around, pooed on my marigolds and then flew out agen. The marigolds are in a bit of a bad way at the moment. Sumthing is eetin them. Weev tryd spraying them wiv anti-bug stuff but Mummy sed we may be too layte. So I'm hopin that the blackberd poo will kill off the bugs farster than it kills off the marigolds.

It was reelly weird poo. It left a bloo stain on the wall, floor an marigolds. BLOO???? Wat ar theez berds eeting? Weer puttin out seed, currants, appols an oats fer them. Oviously they ar eetin this, then goin up the road fer a Big Mac wiv strorbry shake an a Blooberry McMuffin.

Next, a rainbow came in from the garden.

I climed up fer a closer look. Hav yu ever stood in a rainbow?

I tried it on my nose to see wat the colours wud look like.


It tikkoled a bit, but was kwite fun.

Bye fer now!

The Pillock

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: hibernaytin
• Simpsons: yes-wow! It was all about LISA!!!!
• Tesco: yes, a late run out fer toilet roll. Yu can tayke that both ways.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: oops fergot /10
• Day Score: 8.93601/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well. The Man Hooz Anal Retentivness Knows No Bounds (otherwise known as "Him At Number 54") has taken wun more grate stride towards Norman Bateness.

Not likin all the berds in our garden, he has fixt a piece of string, one inch above the top of his fence.

He has akchewally gon to the trubbol of puttin a nail in each post, then tying the string to them. Er, this is ment to stop the berds sitting on his fence.

DuH!

The berds ar fasinated by this an spend lots of time sitting on it an peckin it. I wotcht wun Duv sit ferst wun way, then carefully step rownd to face the other way, then bak agen. He kept doin this fer abowt 5 minits, lettin a pleesingly large dollop of poo fall on the Pillock's side of the fence as he manooverd.

So I'm pleesd to see that his oh-so-sooper-string has had the oppsite effect, an berds ar spendin MOR time on his fence. HA! HA! Take that! There! Stik that wun in yer pants an sniff it, Mister Bates!

Oooooo it's enuff to mayke yu chew yor own fut, it is.

Bye fer now!

ps,

Dilly's put sum pikchers of sum of our berds on her blog today. Hav a luk if yu like. But remember, yu'll never get those minits back.

She goosed a frog, I tell ya!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no....we needid to go, cos we ran outta milk. Then they disappeared. Wen they got bak, I arskt them abowt goin to Tesco, an Mummy sed, "Oh, it's ok Bob, I fownd sum mor milk at the bak of the fridge." What the? SLIGHTLY suspishus that they sneekt out wivout me. They wuddent do that, wud they?
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! /10
• Day Score: 7.6/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Been lookin at the berds in our garden. They're startin to bring their babys wiv them.

All the babys luv the berd-bath. carnt see the attrakshun myself. But heer's the weird thing- it stays clean wiv all the berds EXCEPT the starlings. Boy, they must be filthy. All that's left arfterwoods is a bit of brown sludge.

Well, Mummy went out to clean this out an top up wiv new water earlier, an a frog jumpt out from underneath the bath. She put it bak under, saying, "Sorry, Froggy, dident meen to disturb." An he jumpt out the other side. So she put him bak under agen, but he wassent havin eny of it. Must be a stubborn sort. Bit like Dilly.

"is there a helpline for abused frogs?"

Enyway. So off he leaps, across the garden, till he gets to a small fence separating the lawn and the flower bed. He wants to cross it, see, to hide in there away from the berds. But although bouncy, his legs are small. So wat did Mummy do? Did she gently lift him over the barrier? Did she maternally coax him over his predikament? No. She goosed him. GOOSED him, I tell ya.

In case sum of yu are unfamiliar with this expreshun, let me explain. It involves holding all your fingers straight an together, pointing out like a small shovel. Then yu playce sed shovel jus behind the poor creacher's bum-end, and kwickly poke, like it's being pekt by a goose from behind.

I've never seen a frog leap so high so farst.

Sertainly got him over the littol fence. I'm not shor if he's even landed yet.

Better not tern my bak on her fer a while....

Bye fer now!

Big Marigolds & Baby Birds

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: sleeping/10
• Day Score: mist it, really 10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Whoah! I did a lot of snoozing yestaday. Getting a year older suddenly can really take it out of a Bear. But today I was out in the fresh air agen.....

Heer ar my marigolds, week 5.

12 are still doin well, but there seems to be a casualty. I think its leaves got nibbold by bugs. So I'm a bit miffed at Dilly, cos sheez the bug-eater rownd heer an oviousy hassent been doin her job proply. Too bizzy wiv her new blog, I reckon (wich issent even keepin her out of mine).

oh dear: wun got nibbold

Meanwile, our garden is bizzy wiv babys. Dilly fownd this Baby Newt larst nite:

her snowt was getting worryingly close

an today I spottid this Baby Collared Dove, jus hanging arownd the bird table. He hassent yet kwite werkt out that the food is underneath where he is standing:

"the food is where?"

an then there are the Baby Blackberds. Today they discuvered the bird bath, an decided that bird baths are the most fun thing about being a Baby Blackberd. Ever. We had to re-fill the bath 4 times. This is arfter about bath 73, an he is arsking, "Where did the water go?" It was raining, too:

"Mum! I'm wet agen!"

An larst but not leest, jus fer those of yu hoov been arskin wat presents I got fer me berfday, heer's the Berfday Groop Photo:

pressies: 3 BEAR berfday cards, Bear pen, Bear pad, Tesco choklit peanuts, Winnie T Pooh choklit bars (5 in pak, 1 fer each Bear) Simpsons Prank Pack an a box of blue choklit footballs.

Okidokee! Hold farst me' hartys, for tomorrow's post, an The Mystery Of Papermoose.

Bye fer now!

Marigolds Week 2 & Silly Bearded Twits

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 -based on ONE attack only, on Mummy, cos Grayum is refusing to join in
• Day Score: 7.39/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

As promist larst week, I am here with an update on my marigolding. Here's how they were looking this eevnin:

I have 13 shoots. They've had a sprinkling of fresh water every day, an 2 tastes of my own speshol fertilizer. All seems to be going well. To compare with larst week's photo (which is basically just er, mud,) click here.

I'd hav posted this vital informayshun earlier, but we all went off to a Nature Reserve today, called Minsmere.

The jerney is a bit of a trial, becos it's in Suffolk. Now, Suffolk has a strange tradishun of painting its houses PINK. And yu remember about Dilly & pink????? Yep, that's right: obsessed. So evry time we drive past one she shouts out "PINK HOUSE!!!". It's loud enuff wen she's right next to yu shouting it down yor ear, but her long snout amplifies it by several times. I'm surprised I've got eny fur left on my ears at all.

Speaking of amplified booms, Mummy spotted a weird bird called a bittern. It duzzent churp or enything, it BOOMS. It hides in reedbeds an is very, very elusive. There aren't menny of them in the country, ownly about 20 of the booming boy wuns, so wen she spotted it arfter just a few minutes, lots of the old guys with beards, an huge cameras, hoo'd been sitting there fer hours (hehehehehe), got a teensy bit narked.

Wen the time came to come home, the people in charge were arsking all the men if they saw the bittern, but no one asked Mummy. She sed it was becos she didn't hav a big camera or a willy. But I didn't even no they had THOSE on display, an told her, nah, it was probably the lack of beard.

Here is a mercifully short film of Dilly looking at the birds. You'll hear her calling them wagon-birds. This is because they descended from dinosaurs which, she says, are wagons. (Sigh...)

(if you carn't see it here, try here.)

Obviously, you'll hav realised, her coming along with us today means that she has finished inkew-baiting her egg. More on that, tomorrow......

Bye fer now!