A rather " snatched" photo of the first duckling
Two more are hatching but remain stubbornly slow and one was dead in its shell this morning
This little chap however is ready to come out of the incubator
I am off to a Moving & Handling Study day for work
I would prefer cleaning out the shit fillrd duck house
But hey ho...
I will leave you with a certain poem, penned by the indomitable Yorkshire Pudding
Yesterday..... It was so me me
Have I seen The Earl? - you say
Oh you mean the flouncing nurse John Gray?
He lives by the corner up on Church Lane
It's rumoured that the bloke's insane.
All manner of birds are kept in his field
Even though his neighbours appealed
He talks to the buggers as well you know
When it's pissing it down or in driving snow.
His Berlingo is a familiar sight
Scotch egg wrappers and covered in shite
His pack of dogs from the Baskervilles
Are often seen chasing him over the hills.
Be careful when you knock on his door.
What do you want to see him for?
Runner ducks, fresh free range eggs?
Or those homemade pies he gets from Greggs?
Oh you're doing a fashion shoot?
Christ, that should be a hoot!
Anorak, wellies and a woolly hat
What will your editor make of that?
I've lived in Trelawnyd all my life
Never had a girlfriend, never a wife
- "The only gay in the village!" - they'd yell
Now the Earl and his fancy man live here as well
Go up there and then turn right
Just follow the smell of the chicken shite
He'll pour you a cup of Earl Gray tea
Then try to do what he did to me!