Vets again

I didn't get much sleep last night. Some local teens organised a party in one of the fields way down the lane, which banged on until the wee small hours of the morning. I stayed up watching the TCM movie Separate Tables and caught a couple of drunken boys running about the front garden. Suffice to say they ran off with a flea well and truly rammed into their ears and I was left wide awake "harrrumping" angrily to myself.

This morning I took William to our new vets for a check up. He woke the house up a few days ago with a bit of a coughing fit, which has now disappeared, but I wanted to be sure if things were ok. I also wanted to give our new vet the once over, so the visit was also a bit of a test for him and an opportunity for me to start to trust him .
Since Maddie's death, I know I have become a bit of a "modern parent" where the animals are concerned. I have fretted over minor ailments and symptoms. I am aware of my insecurities ( I bumped into our old vet in the animal feed wholesalers and had to walk straight out!), so I made sure I told the vet pointedly that this was William's first check up since Maddie's death.
He picked up on my cue , smiled and said  "I guess you have a need to check me out a little" and carefully gave  William a physical from head to toe.
William obviously enjoyed the attention, he has always loved visiting the vets, and he closed his eyes in a kind of rapture when the vet checked his heart, breathing, mouth , teeth and bits. When I introduce William to people he doesn't know, even to vets that may well hurt or worry him, he will always remain good natured, polite and a credit to me....his sweetness is one of his biggest virtues.
 The consultation fee was 15£ and a relationship of sorts was forged, which was positive. The vet also stated he would be happy to supply me with some antibiotics If I felt I needed some for the poultry.( even though he admitted his expertise does not extend to bolshy turkeys)