Sick of seeing me in a collection of waterlogged coats, my sister in law sent me a pair of waterproof trousers and coat through the post, which I must admit was a bloody godsend yesterday.
In the years we have lived in Wales, I don't recall such a rainy day as yesterday. Drains flooded over in the lane, the pond and stream at the back of the field took on the look of a very expensive wave pool, and even the robust but hysterical Indian runners found the whole blustery weather thing a little too much to deal with.
Bad weather saps the mood
It saps the strength
and it upsets the hens.
Today, however, as Scarlet would chirp, IS another day. and as the sun has reduced the field to a steaming soup, I can take stock of yesterday's bad weather.
The Buff and her single white chick had been moved to slightly higher ground yesterday morning and look chipper enough, but Theresa the old turkey with the festering sex injury still looks chilled and slightly bowed. Even with adequate shelter the bad weather has a habit of weeding out the weak. The old, infirm or ill generally disappear in this sort of climate.
I am just about to take the old Berlingo in for her MOT.
I am not hopeful.
The weather, the climate and rough country roads have taken their toll on her too, and she is looking somewhat the worse for wear.so I am expecting the local garage to be offering her the last rites.....she has had to put up with a lot from me...what with pigs in the back, incontinent Bulldogs in the middle and even a fully grown male turkey on the front seat ( and no, before you ask, I didn't put a seat belt on him ).
I'll see what the mechanic says,
But I can almost hear the sucking of teeth from here.
Another worry remains Mabel., Although much improved from her dreadful illness of last week, she remains somewhat lethargic and chesty. Her temperature is down , that much I am happy with ( Chris went into hysterics yesterday, when he caught me gingerly sticking a thermometer up were the sun doesn't shine!) but I have noticed "little things" like a certain weakness in her back leg occassionally, which concerns me.
I will give her a few more days before I take her back to the vets, but I can't help having a nagging suspicion that something else is going on here.
So all in all it's a typical, non event Monday......
Wish the Berlingo luck....we are off to the garage
Enjoy this melancholy little ditty before I go