Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Yorkshire Pud



A rather " snatched" photo of the first duckling
Two more are hatching but remain stubbornly slow and one was dead in its shell this morning

This little chap however is ready to come out of the incubator
I am off to a Moving & Handling Study day for work
I would prefer cleaning out the shit fillrd duck house
But hey ho...
I will leave you with a certain poem, penned by the indomitable Yorkshire Pudding
Yesterday..... It was so me me

Have I seen The Earl? -  you say



Oh you mean the flouncing nurse John Gray?

He lives by the corner up on Church Lane

It's rumoured that the bloke's insane.


All manner of birds are kept in his field

Even though his neighbours appealed

He talks to the buggers as well you know

When it's pissing it down or in driving snow.


His Berlingo is a familiar sight

Scotch egg wrappers and covered in shite

His pack of dogs from the Baskervilles

Are often seen chasing him over the hills.


Be careful when you knock on his door.

What do you want to see him for?

Runner ducks, fresh free range eggs?

Or those homemade pies he gets from Greggs?


Oh you're doing a fashion shoot?

Christ, that should be a hoot!

Anorak, wellies and a woolly hat

What will your editor make of that?


I've lived in Trelawnyd all my life

Never had a girlfriend, never a wife

- "The only gay in the village!" - they'd yell

Now the Earl and his fancy man live here as well


Go up there and then turn right

Just follow the smell of the chicken shite

He'll pour you a cup of Earl Gray tea

Then try to do what he did to me!

55 comments:

  1. Fabulous ditty but so sorry about the duckling x

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  2. Yes, I grieve for the little fella too. Very sad. Sniff sniff.

    'Berlingo' was such a new one on me (Btw: I don't drive) that I even looked it up in Chambers. 'Needles' to say - not there! But don't worry (as though you would!), googled it - und jeztz ist alles klar! (That was for the 'Berlin' bit.)

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    1. You'll never make a poultry breeder ray...... Mortality rates are high with babies

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    2. I know, J.G. I'm just one big softie, for which absolutely NO apologies..

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  3. Ta for duckling pic John, or should I say Milord?

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  4. Is the 'Moving and Handling study day' for the eggs in the incubator? I'd have thought you'd could sum that up to: Careful, don't break them!
    Lovely poem.
    Els

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  5. Immortalised in a poem, the paparatzi'll be jumping out from behind the chicken coops. It's really rather good.

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  6. Don't encourage him... he'll write more!

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    1. Too true cro..... Watch your blog.....
      Cro rhymes with many things

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  7. Love the poem, and the duckling. I hope that loss is the only one.

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  8. Brilliant poem - love it. Lovely picture of the little ducky.

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  9. Brilliant - I feel I knoe you much better after reading that!

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  10. What about copyright your earlship? My lawyer will attend to this matter and an invoice will be in the post very shortly. I would have included Auntie Gladys in the poem but I couldn't find anything to rhyme with it apart from "radish".

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  11. Sweet wee duck!

    Love the poetry too....that YP is clever. I didn't realize he lived in the village too?

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    1. Grrr! I was using poetic licence - of course!

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  12. Moving and handling??? That's a lovely duck, although I wouldn't know an ugly duckling if I saw one...!

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  13. Great poem. Very funny, particularly the use of the word shite twice! Brilliant.

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  14. Moving and handling. You can go to jail for that.

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  15. cutest duck ever! great poem too!

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  16. Never saw a recently hatched duckling. Great sight.

    Is there anyone in the village who does not blog??

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    1. KK
      MR PUDDING is from the city of Sheffield... My previous home town.....it's 100 miles north west of Trelawnyd

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    2. North west of Trelawnyd? You daft bugger. Sheffield isn't in the Irish Sea!

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  17. What a great poem and what a sweet little duckling. Sorry you lost one though.

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  18. Sweetest little duck... Very funny rhyme, Lord John!

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  19. Great descriptive poem...also great pics of you and ducky!

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  20. Fantastic poem!!!

    Did you ever dream you would become so famous?

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    1. Always gail......always

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  21. No one has ever written a poem about me. I'm so jealous.

    Love,
    Janie

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  22. Oh you're doing a fashion shoot?
    Christ, that should be a hoot!
    Anorak, wellies and a woolly hat
    What will your editor make of that?


    Like yourself, I have all the fashion sense of a geology grad student.

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  23. Lovely poem!!

    Has anyone warned the cute little duckling to 'duck' if it sees you approaching with a metal feeding dish!!

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    1. Will I ever be forgiven sue ? X

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  24. I loved the poem! Like your videos of Trelawnyd, there should be more. The duckling is adorable - now. Of course, it will grow! Have you attempted to sex it yet? That should be fun. "Trelawnyd farmer Gray loses hand when attacked by enraged duckling."

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    1. I will video the hysterical ducklings tomorrow just for you

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  25. Look how famous you are now. Got your own poem and all.

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  26. Oh my....we are in the midst of royalty. Loved it

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    1. I. Am shallow enough to agree with you doc

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  27. Oh how lovely; an ode to you. Something to be envied by Jane Austen herself.

    ps for goodness sake don't try to sex the ducklings in front of your other birds...you know it only leads to fowl deeds. xx

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    1. I am now immortal! Tee hee

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  28. I'm disgusted. I showed the duckling to my 14 year old son and his friend. While doing their trigonometry homework, they said, "They come out of eggs, right?"

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  29. Brilliant poem, I can visualise you better now John. Love the duckys sorry you lost one, poor little thing.

    Jo in NZ

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    1. Thanks jo...........I feel that YP knows me well.... Well almost

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  30. What fun! I hate missing your blog for several days; there's always something eclectic to find. On to more duck news!

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  31. Haha! That is great, John!
    Hope the class wasn't boring.

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  32. The duckling is adorable, and the poem is perfect. It should make you feel very special.

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  33. Love the poem!
    Cute little duckie. I hope he thrives.

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  34. excellent...duckling and the ode !!

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  35. Now that's what I call a poem. It rhymes - not like so much rubbish you read these days. I might have a go myself.

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