Well Springtime is here!
It's not the weak sunshine that has heralded the season.
It's not the clumps of miniature daffs in the corner of the garden either
No, it's something , just a little more sexually malevolent
that has raised its phallic head when I was bent over the chicken feed bowls this morning
Yes, Bingley's hormones are back!
Now even when he's twanging the elastic band on a guy's underpants
( one of his favourite stalking pastimes)
He remains ever the gentleman.,....and never pulls too hard
But there IS a noticeable insistence in his stalking behaviour which is characterised
by constant heaving breathing and predisposition to 24 hour frotting
Like a guy rubbing himself on you on the London Tube
It's all rather unsavoury
To protect the general public
this warning sign has been dusted off for the summer
|Health & safety has even reached a small field in North Wales|
I was going to end this post with a quick shot of Albert looking a little brighter
but you will have to settle with one of George looking like a
Albert was last seen ambling towards next door's bird table
with a determined look upon his face