Even yesterday, the toll of travelling to and fro from Australia had made it's mark. So I suggested Chris went to bed early to "catch up" whilst I went to Theatre Clwyd to see the awful French film
I managed around an hour of the film ( which was more saccharine than a bowl full of sweetex) before I walked out and as the volunteer usherette let me out she whispered
"Is everything alright?"
"The film's shite!" I replied sweetly
I wish everything was as "sweet" on the field.
For some reason relationships between some of the residents have gone all pear shaped .
Yesterday the old turkey Theresa was attacked by her mate Bingley who left her looking as though she should be immediately whisked away to the nearest battered turkey refuge.
Before I could come to her rescue, the only protection the old gal could find was to stick her head into the nearest bush, which probably saved her life, but even so, she looked a very sorry state. this morning when I cleaned her face up with some soothing witch hazel.
There must be some Darwinian reason for animal bullying, Rivalry between males and indeed females I can understand, but an attack between mates is somewhat baffling.
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| Theresa doing her Phantom Of The Opera impersonation |
Below is the pathetic looking body of one of the field bantams Somehow she had been shut into the duck house at dusk last night and must have been given a good seeing to overnight by the ducks, for, she was collapsed and near death this morning.
I covered her with warm sawdust and placed her gently into a dog carrier.
I doubt she will bounce back, shocked hens seldom do.
But I shall give her the chance
So with more violence around than is usually seen on an average night out in Rhyl on a Friday night, I couldn't quite believe my eyes when the ewes started a bout of "bitch slapping" between themselves this morning.
I watched as they locked horns and head butted each other like miniature rams, and as the "clatter" of horn upon horn echoed around the field, I said to no one in particular
" oh sod the lot of you!"
and I have left them all to it
Sorry to hear about the upsets, wish the animals could understand there is no need for it (when they are domesticated and taken care of). Maybe it's something to do with the descent into winter?
ReplyDeletePerhaps Theresa had tried to grab the remote control off Bingley or maybe she hadn't ironed his best shirt.
ReplyDeletehuman physical abuse baffles me even more
DeleteFrench cinema ain't wot it was!
ReplyDeletemust be something in the water or are they all fed up of the weather?
ReplyDeleteOh, the peace and tranquility of country life!
ReplyDeleteHope they've all got it out of their systems ...
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing as cruel as domestic birds who suddenly take a dislike to one another John. And I do agree about that bantam - hens always seem to me to be alive or dead - there is little in between - but hope she survives - I did once have a little white bantam who got attacked by my two geese and she was a death's door when I found her,but she bounced back and lived a few years longer.
ReplyDeleteIf you keep a menagerie then expect a series of crises. But then I think you probably thrive on it anyway.
thrive on crisis? hummm not sure how to take that one pat?
DeleteI have a picture of you running round the field with a referee's whistle and a first aid kit.. good luck John!
ReplyDeleteThis is the second blog from across the pond that I read the word 'sod'. It is some form of swearing like 'bloody' or is it just a form of speech? I am always interested in how the same word will have different meanings depending on where in the world it is spoken!
ReplyDeletemitzi
Deletethanks to wikipedia
this may help
Sod in British English is a somewhat offensive, pejorative term for a person, derived from sodomite[1] but rarely nowadays used with this meaning. As an insult, it is generally teamed with 'off', i.e., 'sod off' meaning to get lost/go away/stop bothering me/fuck off. It can generally be applied to refer to a person in a most basic sense and frequently preceded by a modifying adjective (“That crazy sod almost ran me over!”). It can be used as many different parts of speech – e.g. in the imperative mood, “Sod off, you slag!”; or in adjective form, “sodding bastard”. Such uses as “Sod it!” and “Sod this” are often exclamations of frustration.
When builders told me they were going to 'lay the sod' in my garden I was a little worried.
DeleteJane x
I wonder what has rufled their feathers ?!
ReplyDeleteThe Police were callled to a " domestic " in our village the other day. I gather a knife was brandished. By the evening word had escalated the insident to "seven shootings & a stabbing !!!"
that's village life for you.
an Australian friend used to laugh when I said " sod off " though not to him, he was lovely.
I learnt to speak French reading Le Petit Nicolas. Gosh - that was a long time ago...
ReplyDeleteI heard you got a mention on classic FM the other day bel
DeleteI did - it was rather exciting. You heard it yourself?
ReplyDeletewell if YOU cannot win a quiz about gone with the wind NO ONE could
DeleteI find when I have to witness conflict between animals it unnerves me as much as watching it between people. I hate seeing the girls Lexus and Mercedes going at it. Mercedes never backs down the little "brat" (translated at bitch)
ReplyDeleteThere is probably a disturbance in the atmosphere that has affected them. Ewes having a "bitch slapping" episode...now that's something.
ReplyDeleteI don't often walk out of a film. It has to be terminally boring or idiotic before I actually quit. If a film is just mediocre, I'll usually sit through it just to see what happens - or whether it gets any better.
ReplyDeleteI have only walked out of one film although I have thought of doing it many times.
ReplyDeleteI do hope thar peace comes back to Trelawnyd soon. What an upsetting day you had.
Well if you, with all your experience, haven't a clue, I know I couldn't help.
ReplyDeleteHope all will recover, John. ♥
I think animals sense things long before we humans do...perhaps they are fearing the coming zombie uprising?
ReplyDeletecheers
I have a female hen who regularly beats the bejesus out of another female. The other female just sits with her head in a laying box and takes it. When I let them out, the abused follows the abuser all over the yard.
ReplyDeleteHas given me great insight into the odd hold abuse has over it's victims.
Good Luck!
Looking forward to reading your follow-up post. Tell Chris to drink lots of non-alcoholic fluids and stay awake as long as he can to normal hours - best way to handle 'long hop' flight debilitation.
ReplyDeleteReally looking forward to the follow up post. Violence of any sort is something I always find distressing.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about your various rucks and I hope they recover. I did enjoy your definition of Sod very much indeed....
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about your various injured parties and French cinema is definitely not what it was. I;m ashamed to say I gave it up years ago. L'Atalante and Jour de Fete are difficult to beat.
ReplyDeleteLoved your definition of Sod by the way!