Notes On A Tuesday Evening

It's a warm and still evening..... The ideal panacea to a very long study day in a claustrophobic office

I have just put the chattering ducks to bed in their duck house on the periphery of the Ukrainian village and have sat down in front of the geese who know they are next on my list.
They eye me patiently, and will turn for home as soon as I tell them to go.

Like all animals, they are creatures of habit and routine.

The field is full of feathers. The ducks and geese are all moulting and the place looks rather untidy. Tomorrow I will rake everything up into neat little piles..........
It's too nice to do it right now.
Nervously the ewes edge forward in order to steal the chicken feed from the red feeder and Bingley makes way for them, flashing his big turkey tail noisily as he does so.
Turkeys don't frighten sheep, even though everything else seems to do so.
As the sun sinks slowly , the hens in lazy groups of twos and threes amble towards the hen houses
and  the dogs, I know, will be waiting for their last walk to the day, dropped into lazy clumps on the living room carpet
Albert knows it's " walk time " too, but he is sat conspicuously on the cottage wall, impatient yet bored at the prospect.
Paloma Faith drifts over the field from the badger radio, as the terriers from Tawelfan down the lane bark at some or nothing.and I can see Chris watching from the cottage window.
He is eating muesli out of a large bowl.....the one with multicoloured spots on it.
The muddy coloured hen pulls at my shoelaces as I take a big breath in of green air

I am home.........