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| Eric, before the examination |
I had forgotten it was Good Friday and that Chris was home.
Without thinking I brought in a bloodied and rather sorry Eric, who had been cornered and beaten up by Alpha Male Bogbrush and swaddled him up before planning for a review of his wounds.
I had just dipped the bantam's arse in the washing up bowl filled with clean warm water when Chris walked in
"OH GOD ! more bleeding animals in the kitchen" he sighed loudly, eying the rooster through narrowed lids and added with a somewhat exasperated scowl
"Does he HAVE to be sorted on the kitchen tops? ...I would like to make my hot cross buns WITHOUT the chance of contracting salmonella!"
Chris disappeared for a while as I sponged Eric's bloody arse with the dishcloth but gamely returned when I was just about to apply a soothing lathering of Vaseline to all of the "red bits"
" This is all rather revolting for a Good Friday Morning" he said shaking his head.
Ahhhhh.... poor Eric... his buns were crossed with wounds (hopefully not fatal)... Chris will just have to wait a few minutes for his buns.. Which I bet he'll appreciate more if you're not worried about Eric.
ReplyDeleteHe ate the buns but did clean his hands at least twice
DeletePoor Eric.
ReplyDeleteI expect you would do the same for Chris if he got beaten up in the yard, then he wouldn't mind about the work top !!
That's just so you, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWhen Doggy got shot, I 'operated' on her on the dining table. Marcia never forgave me for that.
I have done a lot worse thomas! Believe me
DeletePoor old Eric. Sounds all perfectly normal to me. My chickens used to come in the house and sit on the sofa with me. Had the odd egg laid on the armchair too :o)
ReplyDeleteChris would be admitted to a sanatorium if I allowed that!
DeleteThis explains the higher than average bleach consumption at your cottage! The salmonella don't stand a chance.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the start of a 'normal' day to me! :-)
ReplyDeleteCan you get a golden ab on a draining board Kim?
DeleteAb should be lab
DeletePoor Eric - and poor Chris too. Couldn't you build yourself a little surgery somewhere on the plot? Sounds like you will continuously need to use it!
ReplyDelete(Notice my self-control in not abbreviating your title?)
DeleteI was waiting for it thomas
DeleteIf only I could have thought of an innuendo about draining boards...
Deletealas poor Chris...there will always be some poor animal or other hanging out on the drain board. hope Eric is not too used and abused!!! and that you're well supplied with bleach :D
ReplyDeleteNow EVERYONE KNOWS just why I buy so much bleach
DeleteI agree with Tom above....a mini emergency unit outside would be right up Chris' alley. We got to keep the hubby happy, don't we?!
ReplyDeleteWith your expertise I am sure Eric will well in a few days. That bully Bogbrush!!
Have a great Easter weekend and enjoy those hot-cross buns!
You too jimbo
DeleteYou might have said to Chris, "What would Jesus Do?"
ReplyDeleteThat is a good one!
DeleteJust reassure Chris that if his arse end is ever bleeding you'll be more than happy to pop him up on the draining board and have a look.
ReplyDeletePoor little Eric...hope he recovers well...and, Happy Good Friday...pass the lysol wipes lol.
I have done worse
DeleteThank you for the reminder, as I sit here in my dining room with chicks hatching on the table and brooding in aquariums in the den, an ancient cat hacking up something in the other room (hope it's not on the carpet again), why life is easier without the husband. Not that yours should leave, but it's worked out well that mine did. My house is quite tidy, but subject to momentary messes and teeming with life.
ReplyDeleteOurs too jan.....but I am worried I did not throw away that dish cloth
DeleteOh poor Eric from me too. Sorry Chris.
ReplyDeleteI thought Silkies were supposed to be docile. Could it be that living with the ignominy of a name like 'Bogbrush' has left him psychologically disturbed?
He's got a temper Jess, that's for sure
DeleteFirst and foremost - poor Eric. I hope he's feeling better soon.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like starting Good Friday with a Good Laugh. Thanks. I think it was 'Alpha Male Bogbrush' that started me off.
Oe of my better lines andi x
DeleteHope Eric can make a full recovery. I can understand Chris not liking bleeding animals in the kitchen, but you do clean up afterwards.
ReplyDeleteMost of the blood was cleared up .....Megan.....
DeleteI hope Eric makes a full and speedy recovery!!
ReplyDeleteCan't really believe you wiped him with the dishcloth!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you all - human, canine, feathered and the rest.
I can't remember if I chucked the cloth pat!
DeleteOh no, poor Eric! I'm glad you are patching him up and taking care of his wounds. Chris can make his hot cross buns elsewhere :)
ReplyDeleteHe's now back on the field....bowed but not beaten
DeleteSo, Chris has retreated to the field for now...but he will be back, to fight for his place in the pileup on the bed!
Deleteyou could tell Chris that the animals got a little too carried away in their own version of the Easter play this year; after all it is Good Friday... ;p
ReplyDeletepoor Eric, im pretty sure it wasnt his idea to end up on the counter.
xx
He seemed to enjoy the warm bath x
DeleteThat'll teach Chris to take a day off...
ReplyDeleteI also meant to say that I was so relieved to see an "erel" included on the post title. Had me worried for a moment.
DeleteTom early beat you to that joke craig
DeleteAw John, you're a man after my own heart! I hope Eric is responding well to your administrations. Happy Easter to you. Jo
ReplyDeleteHugs to Eric and the sweet guy who tends his wounds!
ReplyDeleteI love Chris. He is put upon, yet maintains his dignity like a father knows best sort of character. Or, Mr. Smith in Meet me in St. Louis.
ReplyDeleteDignity? Lol
DeletePoor Eric, what makes chickens so cruel to each other ?
ReplyDeleteWe used to have baths on the kitchen draining board when we were little, Chris would be shaking his head :)
Nawt, that a bit of Dettol won't get rid of..
~Jo
I think Christopher ought to thank his lucky stars. I wish I was married to a nurse. My husband has to breathe into a paper bag after clipping the dog's toenails. In my book, a man who can push back a duck's prolapse is priced above rubies.....
ReplyDeleteThat's what I think wanda ........I am the prolapse king.....or is that queen?
DeleteWhatever blows your skirt up John.... ;-)
Delete"...has to breathe into a paper bag after clipping the dog's toenails." Dying laughing. You all are killing me today!! LOL!!
DeleteI'm here 'til Thursday, try the veal....
DeleteWanda, I wish you had a blog. You have a way with words!
DeleteI'm lucky, I had a separate building to do the yucky bits...in our last house it was the downstairs loo.
ReplyDeleteJane x
This is all rather revolting for a Good Friday evening, as well!
ReplyDeleteLight weight
DeleteHappy Easter, John. Happy Easter as well to Chris.
ReplyDeleteAnd to you Horst..thanks for re visiting
DeleteForgive me for laughing. Not at poor Eric, of course, but at your description of Chris' reaction when he came into the kitchen and saw you up to your usual animal shenanigans. One thing I'd suggest, though. If you don't want to set up a place to treat your critters that isn't where your beloved Chris plans to prepare his food, at least restrain yourself from wiping animal arses with the dishcloth!
ReplyDeletePoint taken x
DeleteExcellent. But my ex would have related to Chris's reaction.
ReplyDeleteI kept three turkeylings in the bath for four weeks under a heat lamp until they were fledged. In my defense no-one used the bath, and I washed it out daily, and we had a shower down the other end of the house. But I admit it was a bit of a pong-fest using the loo that was in the same room.
I'm with Chris on that one - glad you don't do Bed and Breakfast - I'd rather stay at Aunty Gladys'!Have a super duper chocolate chicken weekend :-)
ReplyDeleteBogbrush is doing his cleaning job straight from the source instead of the toilet bowl.
ReplyDeleteAgree with Chris here. Chicken blood, poop, and feathers on the kitchen counter really makes me gag. I've dressed/processed too many chickens to want to have that image while making a salad there.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter, John. Will the rooster crow?
Haha.
ReplyDeleteChris should be used to you by now, John.
Happy weekend to you both! *hugs* ♥
And thus at the ridiculous time of gone four in the morning of Saturday, there's little more I can add to this cock up of a story :)
ReplyDeleteGood Friday may well lead to Bad Saturday.
Happy Easter, my friend.
In kindness and goodwill,
Gary :)
Running now trying to catch up ...really I have now missed 3 of your post, been under the weather was moving slow, ...catching up now, oh my you do post fast John ... yes yes cockerels on the counter and Chris's buns got cross . I see Bogbrush has taken the lead in the flock, I knew that little silky would.Will poor Chris ever eat in peace , all he asks for is a pristine counter John ;)
ReplyDeleteSounds like you could do with a few hundred yards of 'Chicken Wire'. If the little buggers fight so often, would it be better to separate them a bit?
ReplyDeleteDone and dusted
DeleteBogbrush-what a great name. Happy Easter to you and Chris. :)
ReplyDeleteHope Eric and Bogbrush have own territories now so that there will be less arse bathing required in the future.
ReplyDeleteSplash generous amounts of bleach about to keep Chris happy and enjoy the hot cross buns. Happy Easter!
Is there any danger that you're endangering your relationship with Chris, John? Will he finally get fed up one day and just call the whole thing off? Careful...
ReplyDeleteSounds like Eric's own hot cross bum was a bit more urgent. Hope he's okay.
ReplyDeleteAustan! Hahaha! Very good.
ReplyDeleteAh...now your most recent post makes sense...remind me not to read your blog in reverse order!
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