Note to self:
Don't feed the dogs at the same time as making a meat pie!
It's been a busy old morning and I have been rushing around like a blue arsed fly.
|Shopworn but still going Theresa the turkey|
Yesterday, when I was out at the beach with the dogs, one of the ewes got stuck in the turkey enclosure fencing. Luckily next door neighbour JF saved her, but the side effect of all this little drama was that Bingley, the turkey stag, escaped and attacked the poor defenceless one eyed Theresa again.
She survived the assault and survived the night but this morning looked a sorry state indeed.
I have spend somewhat of a difficult hour cleaning her up at the kitchen sink, before spending an equally difficult time cleaning great globs of turkey shit up from the worktop and kitchen floor... !
Such is life on a miniature farm.
Anyhow back to the meat pie.
After I had sterilised the work tops, I got stuck in with making the aforementioned meat pie,
It was a bit of a rush job, when there is only seven hours of daylight left to you!
Beef, gravy, onions, mushrooms.... the filling looked pretty rustic and bloody mouthwatering I can tell you, but I was good, I didnt take a huge mouthful of meat covered spoon until after I fed the dogs their dinners.
you may be there a little before me
I picked up the wrong spoon.
and a substantial gobful of butcher's natural nutrition lamb, rice and pea dog food was not quite what I was expecting.Could have been worse
Now did I actually bleach those worktops, or did I just think about it?