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.........

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  1. I, too, am a creature of routine and habit. Willy Dunne Wooters hooked up my old VCR over the weekend so I can watch my many videocassettes. I have a DVD player but not many DVDs. Anyway, WDW messed up the movies in the cabinet so they are no longer in alphabetical order, separated according to DVD or cassette. It's pure hell to see the movies out of order. I told him he'd better not go near my spice drawer. I thanked him even though the disorder of the movies is so upsetting. It will take me ten or even fifteen minutes to get the movies back where they belong. What is wrong with that man? He loves me, that's what's wrong with him.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. We are all nuts in our own way eh? Xx

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  2. Yes you are and what a lovely place it is!

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  3. P is just outside now taking the cats for their nightly walk. It is nice to be home isn't it!

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    1. Cats DO love to join in with a walk don't they?
      They pretend they don't
      But they do.
      So very much

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  4. The senses know how to ground us don't they?

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    1. Being a gardener... You must get this all of the time eh?

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  5. The cats always walked up the road with the dogs. It just was....

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  6. Wow got lost in that description of your evening. How lovely

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  7. You are certainly a man out-standing in his field. Enjoy.

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  8. Nice to catch up on your day.

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  9. It sounds idyllic John. A moment of mellow in the mayhem.

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  10. That was like something from 'How Green Was My Vallley' - choking back the tears I am, boy-o - and a fitting end to this glorious Summer's Day - wish they could all be like this. G'night JG and Menagereeeee! x

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    1. It's been a busy day........it's nice to be still for a moment

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    1. Oh - I mis-read the exclamation mark to make 'clean tool'. I thought that might have been out of shot.

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    2. You have been looking at too much porn today..you dirty old sod

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  12. A prose poem, John. Thanks. I felt my blood pressure drop as I read it.

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  13. Anonymous10:06 pm

    You're not hairy.

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  14. Anonymous10:11 pm

    What a sweet picture you paint...I'm so glad the mud coloured hen is still doing well.

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  15. A moment of sanity in the menagerie. This is the real reason you keep them, isn't it? Otherwise you'd just be a nutcase sitting in the middle of an empty field talking to yourself and twiddling with your own shoelaces.

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  16. What a lovely evening picture you paint! Clean tools and all!
    Just been down the garden with the dog, and he found a baby hedgehog lurking in the wild strawberries ! He had no idea what it was and I had to persuade him to come away before he got his nose pricked. Not seen a hh in the garden for years……lovely.

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  17. John's in his garden. All's right with the world.

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  18. Sounds just about perfect.

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  19. Lovely summer image of a small place in this crazy world where everything is just right. Thank you as ever for sharing.

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  20. You describe things so well I'm sitting next to you watching the hen pull your shoelace...Enjoy your summer sunny day they are sometimes fleeting... from memory.

    Jo in Auckland, NZ

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  21. I like hearing about your critters and those peaceful moments, fleeting tho they are. I can tell you are glad to be home.

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  22. Lovely post, John.
    Glad to hear of Bingley - he's always been a favorite with me.

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  23. That was really lovely, John. Reading it made me feel very happy...and calm.

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  24. I always enjoy visiting your blog...I always finish with a smile on my face. Thank you!

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  25. A nice way to end the day. Say goodnight John......

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  26. When times are difficult, I come to your posts to soothe my heart. You did it again for me, John.

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  27. This bucolic life is very relaxing.

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  28. "Join us in tomorrows next post in which the words 'shoelaces', 'tumbling', 'flat', 'face', 'arse', 'in the air', 'Bingley', 'first aid', 'emergency unit', 'Chris', 'wedding's off?' will be used...

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  29. So peaceful and lovely John....the magic of the internet works again...you describe and we all feel............oooh that doesn't sound quite right ... but you know what I mean! x

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  30. 'It's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon....'

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  31. By the way what was Chris doing eating breakfast in the evening?

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  32. That's lovely John x

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  33. Lovely relaxing post, thanks
    Briony
    x

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  34. 'To eat well in England, one should eat breakfast three times a day'.
    Or museli.......
    Lovely post John, soothing and calming, although I thought you might be saying after that bird pulled your shoelace (big white worm!), that you fell A over T next lol! xx

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  35. Nothing like a bit of peace, a bit of tranquility, a bit of 'this', a bit of 'that'!

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  36. Badger Radio?..."Hi, it's seven o'clock and time to rock with me Brock - taking you through to nine. We'll be discussing earthworms with Professor John Blaireau and Dr Chris Dachs from the National Badger Institute and more news about the ongoing badger invasion of North Wales...and now a song. So why don't you settle back in your sett and listen to "The Badger Song" by Brian May..."

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  37. I scared myself just, by uttering a very loud "AWWWW" in a very quiet office, at the end of your post!! Lovely, lovely post. x

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  38. Love the snowy white trainers, John and obviously the hen does too! What a peaceful post...

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  39. You described the winding down of the small holding animals day so eloquently. Some nights it's like that here too, other nights it all goes to pot!!

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  40. I have those moments too - staring out over the back field waiting for the watering can to full from the water butt. The golden evening sung and the smell of hay and hot earth. The smell of contentment. Thanks for sharing yours. :-)

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