|Zombie head no more ( look closely you can see Albert hunting mice in the background)|
Despite waxing lyrically on village life in yesterday's post, not everything in the garden is indeed rosy. Last night some delightful character took my zombie pumpkin lantern from its position on our garden wall and smashed it down the lane
A nice little act of silliness, I thought.
I collected the skull bits when I took Winnie out for a wee this morning. She's much brighter today by the way.......her mood was connected to the fact that she is coming into season
Last night she spent a good hour rubbing her fanny on the fireside hearth tiles, and was much better for doing so, I can tell you..... But that, as they say, is another story!
Anyhow the hens enjoyed the bright orange pulp of the destroyed pumpkin for breakfast
At least I could recycle some of the damage.
Talking of hens, does anyone remember Jesus, the single chick that hatched on Easter Sunday.? Well as it happened Jesus has turned out to be a bit of quandary
For he/she is a hermaphrodite!
As it happens 1 in 10,000 hens turn out to be such a mixture . Big cockerel feet, shapely hen's body and not a f'cking egg in sight, Jesus is now just a non contributing extra mouth to feed!
Not that I mind too much, for this strange little bird is now one of my favourite characters on the field. Ostracised by the other hens, who know she/ he is different Jesus has set up home in Mary the disabled rabbit's old hutch.....alone but safe from sharp bully boy beaks.
I was telling one of my elderly egg customers about Jesus the other week.
" bloody useless " I said in way of explanation as the hen walked past "half male half female ..bloody useless"
My customer looked surprised and said in her sing song voice
" dewwww fancy that! Jesus is a transvestite then!"
Best oneliner of the day.