In our Mallorcan ex-orange-farm oasis, there is little of drama or wild adventures or day-long mountain hikes, but there are menagerie reports.

So, last time I mentioned the chickens who burble about. There are three of them, with the black one clearly bottom of the pecking order. 

She chases after the other two burbling fast and high, ‘ Wait for me, wait for me, please wait for me….’

We feel sorry for her as the other two clearly treat her with whatever disdain hens can muster, and these two it seems have channelled disdain from a master – they must have seen how Jacob Rees-Mogg thinks of people who can’t afford nannies.

The Best beloved saved a crust of tuna empanada for her to give her a much need treat and boost to her self-confidence, but it was rapidly confiscated…

The cockerel has taken it upon himself to come round to our’s and remind (particularly the BB) there is time to rise in the morning – about 7am – and a point after which siestas should come to an end – apparently that is 3.45 – how very Spanish.

And the rabbit, who had kept its distance, had a change of plan – and it appears, has developed a new, very firm plan.

Being under our sofa or bed is a cool place to be in the heat of the day and that will do fine thank you, is the long and the short of it,

When I got back from the market this morning and Nick was poolside, I was rather surprised to find shortly after putting my basket of provisions down the rabbit was taking a professional interest in its contents.

When I tried to shoo it out, it rather determinedly I thought, turned tail and went under the sofa.

As I wanted to go to the pool and not shut it in our rooms, I tried to get it out. It came out and went under the bed, out from there into the bathroom, out from there under the sofa…..

I tired a trail of cucumber but the rabbit clearly has the same views on cucumber as the BB and Roald Dahl, so the trail went cold.

Whilst I was getting changed, it made the mistake of deciding a breath of air on the terrace might be in order and I shut the door behind it. 

Some time later, as they say, when I got back to prepare our picnic on the terrace the rabbit was waiting.

Getting lunch provisions out of the room and onto the terrace was a woman and rabbit game of me having to bring out one item at a time so I could shut the door behind me.

After lunch it seemed to have disappeared so we could leave the door open.

As I write this I was wondering whether the rabbit had taken itself off to another more promising human location when out of the corner of my eye, I saw it emerge from our room – no doubt being reminded by the cockerel that siesta time was up.