"I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, "(Margo Channing)
harvest festival
It was harvest Festival service in St Michael's , so the village was a little busier than on a "normal" Sunday Morning. Before Desmond rang the Church Bell calling the faithful to Church I walked back home through the village after taking the dogs up the Gop.
Right in the centre of the village Peter Vincent had found a large dog fox dead in his garden, which I was pleased about..he suggested that it was something it ate out of his bin that had caused its death, which is not a good advertisement for his wife's cooking I would have thought!- but we both agreed that for my chickens' sake ( and for the small but rapidly growing village population of garden hens)- it was a good thing.
I walked past the Church as Gwyneth sped towards us in her electric wheelchair.Before she went in for the service she stopped to pet the dogs and didn't notice William sneakily peeing on her tyres. (Hope it didn't leave any urine stained tracks on the Church flagstones!)
Chris dashed out with his sainsbury's bag full of tinned goods, pasta and tea (the Church is collecting the food for the homeless shelter) and I went into the field to video the runners as the Church Bell rang out.
Sorry you can't see the ducks too clearly....they remain terribly nervous and have not acclimatized to the stresses of the outdoors as yet.. but you may get the gist
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So much for the peace and quiet of the country-side John!
ReplyDeleteThe geese and ducks are lovely...all things bright and beautiful...
I'll bet you are glad that bell is only rung for services! You are having a lovely day! I can see Jo quite well, a fine goose!
ReplyDeleteGood Morning John! LOVED IT...so nice to see and HEAR what your life is like over the pond in the morning. Everything is so green and lush. I see your one gooses wing sticks out like our Percy's..I bet it doesn't slow him down though. Enjoy the rest of your day....Maura :)
ReplyDeletelove your voice and accent. It would be heaven to live where you do.
ReplyDeleteNow if that bell doesn't get one's attention, nothing will!!
ReplyDeleteIt does look like a beautiful day there John.
Jim
Thanks for the comment about my cooking, John - maybe it wasn't the fox I was trying to poison.....!! I must say, it's a bit disconcerting to be eating your breakfast and then noticing a dead fox in your garden. Then again, as with your sparrowhawk and the doves the other day, that's what living in the countryside is like, not all roses around the front door. I love it though and couldn't live in a town or city, even though I was born in one (Liverpool).
ReplyDeleteThanks for the video. Now I must run off to church!! (That bell sure rings a lonnnnng time.)
ReplyDeleteNice voice! Love the accent.
ReplyDeleteKinell, John! That has to be one of THE maddest videos I have ever seen. Archers on acid.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful! The noise won't last forever and you have such a pretty place.
ReplyDeleteYou have a nice voice, too. Thank you for sharing your voice and a bit of your day with us.
And thanks again for stopping by. :)
Oh all right then - Bell Ringers on chicken-feed then? (Helicopter pilots on infra-red? Who's growing the skunk in your neighborhood?)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely video!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely place you have! Now I have a picture in my mind for when you describe all the goings-on. As for me, I love the sound of church bells ringing (as long as I don't have to go. I get too antsy to be cooped up on a beautiful day like that!)
ReplyDeleteSome pups have it in for people's tires. I had one that would pee on a tire, any tire. It then decided my left FOOT was a tire... We had words, mine were emphasised with a water hose. He didn't make that mistake again...
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh, in your video, you say, there is the goose, and I hear the rooster crow. Took me aback for a second, there!
Cat
I feel the same way when I see a dead raccoon in the middle or side of the road. Altho I love most all animals, I can't help but think, there's one less raccoon that will try to bother my girls.
ReplyDeleteLoved the video as well. I swear it's a living fairy tale - such a magical place!
My kind of blog, this, John - loved reading about the doings in your village on a Sunday. Like your pic with the hen too - I have just got eight new ones here on the farm - one disappeared without trace - not a feather left.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog. As to why I call it Weaver of Grass - well I wanted something which was appropriate for the farm life and I had written a little poem about the spiders that weave the grass in the fields - and somehow the title just seemed right (not that i see myself as a spider)! I print the poem here for you as it is only short:-
In that bright hour
when the sky glows
with promise of a rising sun;
when the air is cool
and moist,
and dew lies heavy on the ground -
then come the weavers,
threading their strands through the grass
so that at evening,
when the sun is low,
it shines through silken threads
that shimmer in the fading light
and make
a field of gossamer.
Call and see me again.