E.g. wanted a new baby for Mother’s Day. No problem, I said, it’s the perfect weekend to go dogsnesting. The puppies are just the right age about now, and it’s a lovely day for a drive in the country. Why don’t we take Jack and his mum along, too?
So we scouted the trees…
…while E.g. kept her eyes on the road.
Local landowner Doug answers Jack’s enquiry. “We had a West Highland Terrier rookery last year, but so far nothing this Spring.”
Finally, our faithful nestlinghound Cai finds a tree! Jack acts as spotter while Lavenderbay starts up the rescue rope.
E.g. approves of the new nestling.
Safe in the arms of Mama.
Buckled in for the ride home.
Fergus’s new nest…
… complete with foliage-patterned blankie.
E.g. after a full two hours’ sleep! Ain’t motherhood grand!