Smart Arse

Gloria is now over her cold

Boris, Gloria and Theresa, the old "British" Turkeys have to be carried out of their shed and outhouse in the mornings as they cannot quite negotiate the stone steps in the garden themselves.

It would be much easier for me just to tap their arses with my thumb stick and herd them all, French style, down the lane to the field every morning at dawn, but that just ain't going to happen!.......so every morning, each one gets tucked under my arm, to be carried over to their daytime pay pen, like three chirping paraplegics

This morning as I was carrying Gloria down the lane a white agricultural supply van slowed and stopped at the lane corner.  There were two lads in it, one of whom lent out of the window to take a closer look at Gloria, and I stopped for a moment to show her off like the poultry geek that I am.

"He's a r e a l  UGLY bugger!" the lad in the passenger seat chirped up as I lifted Gloria up to the window

"Oh I don't know!" I said defensively " I think she's quite bonny!"

The lad laughed and said rather cuttingly

"I was talking to the turkey!"
and they both broke down into guffaws

EVERYONE'S A COMIC!!!!!!!!!