Twanging Of The Underpants

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 

little statesman,

Albert was last seen ambling towards next door's bird table

with a determined look upon his face