Busy, Busy, Busy

Poor Tom Stephenson 60 years old today and still moaning that I get more comments than he will ever get!... Bless.....my only advice on this subject to him would be:
.......Buy a goat
.......Book himself a relaxing massage....
.......Be  a nicer person.........................
Tee hee......pop over to his blog, and leave him a happy message why don't you? after all when he isn't banging on about bloody candlesticks he's kind of interesting, albeit it in a sort of schizophrenic way.....

Anyhow I am totally buggered here....I have been up early converting the new goat paddock from a kind of open prison to something resembling Stalag 17! Miles of barbed wire has been nailed into place onto wooden fence posts and all that I am missing is at least two sentry boxes and a machine gun post.

Thomas has watched all the activity with benign interest. When I left his paddock he followed me like a lapdog, only pausing once to head butt Bingley the stag turkey. He's a real sweetie

A strange thing happened today too.
Blanche the broody hen, who has sat fast on her 7 eggs for the past 11 days hatched out her first chick!
City slickers will comment that there is nothing weird in that.......but will need to be reminded that it takes 21 days for a hen to hatch......
I suspect that one egg out of the score I picked up for Blanche to hatch out had been incubated for ten days or so before I found it.....but it's difficult to work out just how.

Her remaining eggs , I have placed safely into the kitchen incubator., if I didnt she would continue to sit and would potentially neglect the new baby

Flower Show Meeting tonight!...........