This morning in the bathroom I heard a strange noise after washing. It sounded like the tap was dribbling. But it wasn't! Looking around to see what was making the noise, I glanced into the shower tub; which is no longer in use (we shower in the bathtub, just in case anyone wants to know). There was this frantically scrambling little creature.
This is a young mole. And he couldn't get out of there and there was nowhere to hide. Hence - frantic. I only took one picture of the poor little guy before scooping him up to rescue him - I didn't want to give him even more stress. Apparently one of my cats deposited him there and then went off to take care of other business. Well, he didn't seem to be hurt and was just full of spunk (I can't repeat what he said to me, when I picked him up, but it was obviously very naughty mole language). I took him out to the garden and opened up one of the mole hills that are everywhere this year and he went down that hole faster that you can say: go home.
Yes, I realize that these are not flea market treasures. That is because I don't have any to share with you today. This is what I picked up yesterday, when I was shopping for groceries (our stores are not open on Sundays). Today, Max will be coming home again, after being away most of the week, due to work. So, a bit of special dinner is in order. I'm thinking melon with prosciutto, some tomatos with mozzarella and fresh basil, sautéd carrots and green onions with a bit of garlic and grated lemon rind, some spicy fried chicken breasts, fresh Turkish bread and perhaps a mediterranean dip...
Have a lovely Sunday, everyone!