Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Murder In Trelawnyd

Winnie's favourite cock!
Her christmas squeak toy

Around 4 am this morning it was plainly evident that foul play had occurred in Trelawnyd for there was silence over the West part of the village.
The cockerel that roosts in the beech trees of the graveyard had gone.

The little bastard has been crowing lustily in the dark early mornings since he was dumped on me, and every effort on my behalf to catch him had failed miserably , so after several months surviving the elements , I found it strange that when we disappeared to Kent for a few days, he was gone  on our return!
The  mystery had everything of a Miss Marple adventure to it!
Who were the culprits of this heinous crime?
Was the abduction the responsibility of marauding badgers?
(Doubtful as badgers can't climb trees)
Or was it one of the residents of the lane, pig sick of the crowing in the middle of the night that might  have paid a local hit farmer to blast the noisy bastard right off his perch ?
Could it be trendy Carol or her husband Ewan from the end house?
Or Viv and Mike from the bungalow? (They may be pensioners but I've always noticed a steely strong stare behind the spectacles )
Or could it be John and Mandy from next door? They may have grinned their way through my frequent apologies with a Crisp " no he didn't wake us us this morning!" kind of statement but I was sure they were gritting their teeth behind the polite smiles
Whoever it was , not a feather was left behind to shed light on the case!

And peace has returned to Bwthyn y llan

It's made my Christmas!

54 comments:

  1. I have a vision of the villagers out with nets...en masse! Followed by chicken casserole in the village hall.

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    1. A sniper with a telescopic scope more like!

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  2. Sometimes it's good when things get taken out of our own hands and dealt with.

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    1. Oh yes.....no more sleepless nights

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  3. Contact the writers of Broadchurch immediately!
    Or, or, you know, the welsh one (can't remember the name, the one with you in it!).
    Oooh Vick, haven't seen that in a while.
    x
    I think I have a case of The Christmas Crazies aka an overdose of The FW.

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    1. D I mathais in hinterland!
      Oh be still my beating heart

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  4. Miss Marple would expect it was the first one you though of.
    Maybe we need to have a Tisane, and let our little grey cells work.
    Or just forget it all all and be happy.
    I hope he is just not wintering at some warm barn somewhere and will come back in the spring.

    cheers, parsnip

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  5. the feral cat who chases Albert? How is Phyliss?

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    1. She's fine as are the other animals...is,wyn dud a grand job

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  6. Oh your poor cock! What on earth has become of it? Broadstairs has a lot to answer for! Every cock is unique and irreplaceable.

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  7. I am sitting on the edge of my seat with your latest cock story. Let's hope it all works out in the end.

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    1. As are 1000 other readers
      Keep em wanting more thomas. Keep em wanting more

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  8. Winnie's favourite cock looks like he's gagging for it.x

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    1. William has just removed his squeak !

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  9. Mr Bun the Baker in the back alley?

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    1. With the snooker balls in the old sock?

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  10. Now you should put on your deerstalker cap and go door to door with a notepad and pen interviewing the neighbours.

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    1. I've put down my knitting more like and have donned my felt hat

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  11. Was it Miss Scarlet in the library with the lead piping? or have I gone stir crazy and played too many Christmas board games !!

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  12. It's comparable to the newest Agatha Raisin mystery I finished...will you ever uncover the murderer?

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    1. Oh yes! I will sniff out the culprit!

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  13. The murderer is always, always, the most famous. Well, on the tele of course, gets a bit more difficult in the actual book.

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    1. I'm begining to realise who it could be.....

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    1. Omg ...a contract killing?

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  15. Oh the plot continues to thicken.....

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  16. The zombies dunnit.
    Jane x

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  17. Something smells...fowl

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  18. I wouldn't worry too much. Unless of course you find a cock head on your pillow. Then thats a different story.

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    1. Won't be the first time that's happened Kim

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  19. Drop by their houses around dinner time and you might find the culprit.

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  20. You hadn't written about the midnight crowboy for a while, I figured he was chicken stew a long time ago.

    Happy New Years!

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  21. I'm worried sick over your cock.

    Love,
    Janie

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  22. I feel like I should be a little sad, since no one else is. :)

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  23. Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Vanishing Cock

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  24. Or he's just trying to lull you into a false sense of complacency. Then one morning at 4 am, WHAM! COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOO!

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  25. Cant wait to hear the outcome of this mystery in the New Year.

    Happy New Year to you John, Chris and the menagerie - lets hope 2015 is just as exciting.

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  26. Happy New Year John, to you and Chris and the entire household plus the Ukrainian Village inhabitants, all 80-whatever souls. XXXX

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  27. Phone Miss Marple; or even Aunty Glad.

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  28. Methinks a local owl was sick and tired of having it's prey warned by the cock that it was on the prowl. I'd be cheesed off too - and probably bloody hungry too.

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  29. It wouldn't be Christmas without Miss Marple would it?

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  30. If what is feared has actually happened I hope the MURDERER him/herself suffers death by a thousand cuts. But only if it's a human being. If the culprit's another animal I think we can only shrug our collective shoulders and move on.

    And here's wishing (once more) 'A Happy NY' to you and to your 'family' - both immediate and extended, to include other zoological species.

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  31. Happy New year John & quieter mornings !

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  32. Hmm... The cock that got away.

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  33. We live in the north of Scotland and there was a rhea (like an emu) in someone's field. Except it kept escaping and wandering into neighbouring fields. Then one day last year, it just disappeared.

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  34. So funny! I always love hearing about the people of Trelawnyd - and now there is a "trendy" Carol! Uhhhhh, so exciting!!

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  35. This has nothing to do with your post...but Welsh is the one language I can never figure out, pronunciation-wise. Long ago, I had a friend in Pontypridd, Glamorgan, S. Wales...the only address I could have pronounced without embarrassing myself.

    Have a great day!

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