I think I've had a bit of a wobble this morning
One of the hens gave a loud fart when she burst out of the hen house this morning and dropped dead at my feet.
I suspect it's got me to thinking how insignificant we all are.
In a hen, fart, drop dead, sort of way that is.
Perhaps it's the wedding?
Perhaps it's a middle aged thing
Or perhaps it's the fact that the gossip from the WALKING DEAD spoiler site is that Tyreese gets zombiefied in the latter part of series 5...... it all feels a bit easy come easy go kind of day.
Perhaps it's easier being that "fart- until- I -die" hen!
When you blow your final raspberry THATS IT!
It's OVER!
Your fellow hens walk over you without a second glance and the only thing you are missed for is the fact there is one less egg to be collected.
Like I said to Tom Stephenson a bit earlier,
I think I've walked around the graveyard one too many times today
Hey ho
One of the hens gave a loud fart when she burst out of the hen house this morning and dropped dead at my feet.
I suspect it's got me to thinking how insignificant we all are.
In a hen, fart, drop dead, sort of way that is.
Perhaps it's the wedding?
Perhaps it's a middle aged thing
Or perhaps it's the fact that the gossip from the WALKING DEAD spoiler site is that Tyreese gets zombiefied in the latter part of series 5...... it all feels a bit easy come easy go kind of day.
Perhaps it's easier being that "fart- until- I -die" hen!
When you blow your final raspberry THATS IT!
It's OVER!
Your fellow hens walk over you without a second glance and the only thing you are missed for is the fact there is one less egg to be collected.
Like I said to Tom Stephenson a bit earlier,
I think I've walked around the graveyard one too many times today
Hey ho
Pre nuptial nerves. I'd be laying eggs and farting too!
ReplyDeleteoh dear god, i nearly choked.
DeletePoor wee farting hen, we barely knew ye.
ReplyDeleteIt is astounding how even death involves farts on your little homestead on the prairie.
ReplyDeleteIt's like Elton John is in the room....
DeleteGive up John and Wanda I'm choking on my Nobbly Bobbly laughing , that's an ice lolly by the way
DeleteTwiggy
Choking on your Nobbly Bobbly is not a nice way to go either,
DeleteHere in Australia , my favourite ice cream is called "golden gay time". Thank goodness I never choked on a Golden Gaytime .
DeleteNot necessarily in that order.
DeleteI was there when my step-grandmother took her last breaths and was very surprised at how much gas (farts) she let off during those last minutes. Maybe someone with more medical knowledge could explain why?
ReplyDeletePretty sad that is something I remember clearly while watching her die?
Well that's cheered me up
ReplyDeleteXx
I aim to please!!
DeleteI liked Pam Ferris's comment in The Lady magazine yesterday when asked about how she would like to die - she answered ' in the garden and left to become compost.'
ReplyDeleteI'm with Pam Ferris- thanks, Ms. Weaver of Grass.
ReplyDeleteWell, I think that your hen went out very well. Better to fart and die quickly than linger and die silently. Maybe.
Quit walking around the graveyard.
Poor little hen...killed by a gas attack. Maybe a little Beano in the mash?
ReplyDeleteomg hahahahahahaahahahaha
Deletemy vote for best comment !
cheers, parsnip
Don't get all like that John just before the wedding. I told P to bugger off last night. It must be something to do with the moon. He was still here this morning.
ReplyDeleteHope you afforded it respectful obsequies and burial, intoning appropriately solemn verses, maybe with a hymn or two. Of course you did. We'd expect nothing less.
ReplyDeleteShe'd seen it all...
ReplyDeleteSome days the winds blow and some days the sun shines !
ReplyDeleteWeaver wrote about the spring flowers in her garden.
That can make us all smile.
cheers, parsnip
Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug...
ReplyDeleteMayhap she was running out of the hen house to share some nugget of wisdom with you, farted, and dropped dead of embarassment. She realised she'd been caught talking out her ass yet again...
ReplyDeleteBa dump dump!
Watch 'Spiral' tonight. It might ground you. Stay away from those tombstones.
ReplyDeleteWherever ye may be
ReplyDeleteLet thy wind break free
Or it will be the death of me - or something like that.
Things like this tend to remind me to have a lot of fun along the way, enjoy that fart, you never know when it will be your last.
ReplyDeleteShe might have died of embarrassment. A lady has her pride.
ReplyDeleteOne of those situations where one cannot figure out cause from effects.
ReplyDeleteI had one of my dissection room dreams again last night. Probably the rare night on the Higland Park Malt that did it. They are never nice.
Anyway, the good news is you managed to avoid the usual quota of typos when writing "I think I've walked around the graveyard one too many times today", Oh, unless there is a typo in there.
Oops, wrong profile. Still not used to my new Chromebook yet. Ah well, that was me.
Delete..and with that spoiler alert, I'll see you after the Walking Dead. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem. One of my chickens dropped dead, yesterday. I didn't even consider writing a poem! You're a genius.
ReplyDeleteI hope I fart when I die.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Oh dear. If a hen can fart itself to death then I could be a gonner sooner than I thought....
ReplyDeleteDon't blow it. I meant to tell your hen that, but it's too late now.
ReplyDeleteBeans, beans, good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you fart. The more you fart the the better you feel, so eat beans at every meal.
ReplyDeleteWhen one of my hens died last year, I found the others just happily pecking around her without another glance. It made me think what an insensitive bunch they are!
ReplyDeleteTis okay to fart and expire,,, twould not be okay to fart at the wedding. It would be remembered forever.... get rid of all that gas now.
ReplyDeletei feel stupid asking, but do hens really fart?
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant start to the day .... for us I meant ... not the poor hen ;-)
ReplyDeleteWith Tyreese's reluctance to wholly wrap himself around the kill or be killed thing, I would say this may be true. Look at his luck.
ReplyDeleteToo many irons in the fire, ole boy, take a rest.