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!
Fabulous ditty but so sorry about the duckling x
ReplyDeleteThree left penny x
DeleteYes, I grieve for the little fella too. Very sad. Sniff sniff.
ReplyDelete'Berlingo' was such a new one on me (Btw: I don't drive) that I even looked it up in Chambers. 'Needles' to say - not there! But don't worry (as though you would!), googled it - und jeztz ist alles klar! (That was for the 'Berlin' bit.)
You'll never make a poultry breeder ray...... Mortality rates are high with babies
DeleteI know, J.G. I'm just one big softie, for which absolutely NO apologies..
DeleteTa for duckling pic John, or should I say Milord?
ReplyDeleteThat's ok serf
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Is the 'Moving and Handling study day' for the eggs in the incubator? I'd have thought you'd could sum that up to: Careful, don't break them!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
Els
Immortalised in a poem, the paparatzi'll be jumping out from behind the chicken coops. It's really rather good.
ReplyDeleteDon't encourage him... he'll write more!
ReplyDeleteToo true cro..... Watch your blog.....
DeleteCro rhymes with many things
Love the poem, and the duckling. I hope that loss is the only one.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant poem - love it. Lovely picture of the little ducky.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant - I feel I knoe you much better after reading that!
ReplyDeleteLol pat
DeleteWhat about copyright your earlship? My lawyer will attend to this matter and an invoice will be in the post very shortly. I would have included Auntie Gladys in the poem but I couldn't find anything to rhyme with it apart from "radish".
ReplyDeleteNutter
DeleteGutter? Butter?
Deletebravo and well rhymed :D
DeleteSweet wee duck!
ReplyDeleteLove the poetry too....that YP is clever. I didn't realize he lived in the village too?
Grrr! I was using poetic licence - of course!
DeleteMy mistake! :)
DeleteMoving and handling??? That's a lovely duck, although I wouldn't know an ugly duckling if I saw one...!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. Very funny, particularly the use of the word shite twice! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteMoving and handling. You can go to jail for that.
ReplyDeletecutest duck ever! great poem too!
ReplyDeleteNever saw a recently hatched duckling. Great sight.
ReplyDeleteIs there anyone in the village who does not blog??
KK
DeleteMR PUDDING is from the city of Sheffield... My previous home town.....it's 100 miles north west of Trelawnyd
North west of Trelawnyd? You daft bugger. Sheffield isn't in the Irish Sea!
DeleteWhat a great poem and what a sweet little duckling. Sorry you lost one though.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
ReplyDeleteSweetest little duck... Very funny rhyme, Lord John!
ReplyDeleteGreat descriptive poem...also great pics of you and ducky!
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem!!!
ReplyDeleteDid you ever dream you would become so famous?
Always gail......always
DeleteNo one has ever written a poem about me. I'm so jealous.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Oh you're doing a fashion shoot?
ReplyDeleteChrist, that should be a hoot!
Anorak, wellies and a woolly hat
What will your editor make of that?
Like yourself, I have all the fashion sense of a geology grad student.
Lovely poem!!
ReplyDeleteHas anyone warned the cute little duckling to 'duck' if it sees you approaching with a metal feeding dish!!
Will I ever be forgiven sue ? X
DeleteI loved the poem! Like your videos of Trelawnyd, there should be more. The duckling is adorable - now. Of course, it will grow! Have you attempted to sex it yet? That should be fun. "Trelawnyd farmer Gray loses hand when attacked by enraged duckling."
ReplyDeleteI will video the hysterical ducklings tomorrow just for you
DeleteLook how famous you are now. Got your own poem and all.
ReplyDeleteOh my....we are in the midst of royalty. Loved it
ReplyDeleteI. Am shallow enough to agree with you doc
DeleteOh how lovely; an ode to you. Something to be envied by Jane Austen herself.
ReplyDeleteps for goodness sake don't try to sex the ducklings in front of your other birds...you know it only leads to fowl deeds. xx
I am now immortal! Tee hee
DeleteI'm disgusted. I showed the duckling to my 14 year old son and his friend. While doing their trigonometry homework, they said, "They come out of eggs, right?"
ReplyDeleteBrilliant poem, I can visualise you better now John. Love the duckys sorry you lost one, poor little thing.
ReplyDeleteJo in NZ
Thanks jo...........I feel that YP knows me well.... Well almost
DeleteWhat fun! I hate missing your blog for several days; there's always something eclectic to find. On to more duck news!
ReplyDeleteHaha! That is great, John!
ReplyDeleteHope the class wasn't boring.
The duckling is adorable, and the poem is perfect. It should make you feel very special.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem!
ReplyDeleteCute little duckie. I hope he thrives.
excellent...duckling and the ode !!
ReplyDeleteNow that's what I call a poem. It rhymes - not like so much rubbish you read these days. I might have a go myself.
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