Troublesome Wind

Now I could bang on for an absolute age about my flatulence problems. Indeed... I once blasted out a fart worthy of the Queen Mary's fog horn in front of a group of shocked pensioners as I suddenly had to bend over a waist high fridge freezer in order to reach a packet of Yorkshire puddings in Aldi a couple of years ago...... But I think I will leave the subject well and truly alone ....
No today's post is a bit of a clear up post, for last night North Wales was subjected to some of the strongest gales of the year so far.

The Ukrainian village took the full force of the South Westerlies. 

But as luck would have it only one hen house took flight at the height of the stormy weather and in the dark it rolled over and over like the passenger liner in The Poseidon Adventure across the field.

Ironically one of the only two residents of the coop was a large lame Orpington called Shelley Winters, and when I eventually went out to check the damage, I found both hens, shocked but uninjured huddled in the remains of their nesting box.
This morning both characters are non the worse for their ordeal.....both have spent the night sat in a cardboard box in the shed.

Shelley Winters and abandoned bantam Buster! Survived the night