Monday, 13 August 2012
Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life..trala,trala...trala
It was a long night
I wont go on about the Olympic Closing Ceremony. Suffice to say I did enjoy Eric Idle performing "Always look on the bright side of life" complete with roller-skating nuns, high kicking Roman centurions and large rugby type men dressed as traditional Welsh women.
The crowd loved this piece of British lunacy too and after three hours of singing and dancing around the Damian Hurst's iconic Union Jack the whole thing was finally ( and thankfully) all over!
I went to bed late and didn't sleep.
I was waiting for Alf the guinea fowl to be dispatched by a passing badger or foraging fox as I lay in bed....and true to form one predator did exactly that at 2.30am when a brief guinea fowl scream echoed around the graveyard in the quiet night
He refused to fly up into his roosting tree last night after I noticed that he had been injured in a joust with fellow male Hughie, and even though I had tried to catch him, he had just enough energy to keep out of my way.
Such is life (and death) on a 0.7 acre field in Welsh Wales
By 3am I noticed that George was restless and unwell, and I was still listening out for him at 4.30am before I eventually managed to fall asleep.This morning I am toying with idea of taking him to the vets later today. It looks like a stomach upset, but I will reassess it all later if he settles after his breakfast
When it comes to dogs and illness, I know I get far too worried far too quickly.....
I am a product of losing 2 adored bulldogs in quick succession.
Perhaps when dogs and illnesses are concerned
I don't always "look on the bright side of life"