Well why oh why have Marks' got rid of the velvet toned Dervla Kirwan, the voice piece of some of the best adverts seen in recent years. Her catch phrase of "this is not just ordinary........etc etc" is a wonderful example of intelligent yet simple marketing.........strange but I will miss her.........I wonder if old Twiggy will be next???
Mouth to Beak
The weather has been glorious, and surprisingly I have been up since 5.30am.I had strimmed the field borders, walked the dogs and made a good start at weeding the veg patch by 10.30. I met up with Hazel for lunch,collected all the poultry food for when we are on holiday then got home to meet up with Geoff, who is very kindly sorting out the field in the evenings when we are away.As we were chatting Geoff pointed out that one of the ducks was flapping madly by the fencing, and when I got there It was clear that the poor animal had wound one of the nylon strands around its neck. Even though I freed her in seconds the poor little female had literally garroted herself and looked beyond help. Clearly she wasn't breathing, so with Geoff looking slightly aghast, I gave the poor little thing a good chest slap then opened her beak and blew hard.
Now I have done CPR plenty of times at work but I can honestly say I have never performed it on a duck before. Unfortunately, unlike ER we didn't have a happy ending this time and the poor caramel female died.
It was a sad accident and unfortunate as I had raised all the 20 ducklings without a single casualty. With the dog attack deaths in the hen run recently as well as the old Black hooker dying of heart failure, things have looked rather glum over all. Let's hope it will be the last death in a while.
Organising cover for the animals has been more complicated than organising the Christmas off duty on the spinal Injury Unit. Carole will be taking Maddie and George while William and Meg are off to the kennels. Steve will be sorting the poultry out in the mornings and Geoff will be doing the evening jobs. Ned will be coming in to check on the prospective new buff chicks in the incubator ( they are due Sunday/Monday) and will transfer them (hopefully) into the heat lamp nursery in the shed.The evening sunset today was lovely, and I was still outside cutting the lawn when Chris got back from South Wales at 6.45pm.
.....nothing really new...chasing Whoopie
Still feeling full of cold today, but it has been warm and fairly sunny, so it seemed a crime not to be outside all day. I took Meg and William for their long walk this morning ( the Scotties have a shorter walk afterwards, as they just can't keep up) and we did a big circular walk around the Gop and Trelawnyd's sister village Llanasa. Above is one of the beautiful estate cottages of Llanasa's Golden Grove,it is Chris and my fantasy place to live as it literally looks as though it has been plucked from the 1900's Although it does not look like it, the warm weather has brought the entire village out into a hive of activity. Lawns have been mowed,cars washed and jobs completed,so despite still feeling like shit, I have enjoyed being outside.
As I was dettol spraying the interior of the coops (it keeps away the dreaded red mite), I heard a big commotion from the hen run, fearing the attacking dog again,I looked up to see a rather excited Whoopie Goldberg with a large field mouse in her beak. She was holding it by the tail and was weaving in and out of the grass tussocks with most of the other girls in close pursuit. The mouse was squealing loudly, and although I have watched the hens dispatch many small rodents I felt suddenly very sorry for this little chap, who was making so much noise. Whoopie galloped twice around the enclosure in an effort to find a quiet spot on which to eat her prize, but the other hens would not leave her alone, so like the big bloody jessie that I am , I lumbered after her swinging a small cleaning brush I had been using to disinfect the hen house. This Benny Hill-type chase carried on for a while, Whoopie, the me , then a score of hungry looking hens all running around in circles. with a small rodent screaming loudly all the while.Finally I outwitted the hens (hello??? not hard) and did a short cut around the coops, where I gave a rather surprised Whoopie a softish kick up the butt. She immediately dropped the poor mouse which dived under the hen house and to safety.
Now I hadn't seen a couple of old ladies from the village watching me from the Churchyard, and bugger know what they thought I had been up so, after waving at them in a slightly embarrassed way, I got on with my jobs.
Hens are not the sweet little animals most people think they are. At times they are focused and relentless predators. Knowing that there was a mouse under their hen house, the birds systematically and patiently stalked it, like lions after an antelope. I didn't witnessed the kill, I just didn't have time to watch them, but I have no doubt that the poor little chap ended up being scoffed
....ahhhhh haaaaaa
I have never liked jewelry on men. In fact in the far and distant past I have actually refused a date with a guy who was a little heavy (and I mean just one ring) on the old bling.I never really understood just where this dislike came from until now,Tonight when. I was in the bath, scrubbing away the dirt and chicken poo of the day, I found myself rubbing my face rather aggressively with soap, as I did so I suddenly remembered a faraway childhood memory.
Perhaps 35 years ago very occasionally my father would supervise the evening ritual of going to bed, he had a somewhat robust and old fashioned attitude to ablutions and not being satisfied with our somewhat perfunctory face wash, he would "give us a good scrub" as it were.
Tonight I remember clearly the way his wedding ring would scrape my face, and I suddenly recalled hating the feeling with a vengeance........and exactly at the same time I realised just why I dislike men's jewelry so much....
funny what you remember
A duvet day......yeah right?
I can't think when I last "enjoyed" a proper duvet day, not that I am complaining but today as my cold has hit home (like Hurricane Katrina), I could kill for a day of doing bugger all as I do feel like shit..When I am ill, I need to be left alone to get over it, I can't abide fuss in any form, so this morning I was desperately hiding under the duvet as Chris tried to be overly chatty when getting ready for work. I swear I could literally kill anyone when I am like this
But the dogs needed a proper walk and the coops and bird shed have all needed a clean and re stocking with wood shavings so in the heavy rain (with my new plastic pants on- a pressie from Janet) I got all the jobs done.
Boris and Grace looked rather wet and glum in their small enclosure, so I thought I would chance my arm and let them out into the Buffs' bigger enclosure for the first time.
Out Boris stalked, and very slowly he ambled over to the buff coop to have a look, to my surprise (and certainly to the surprise of the sheltering hens) he walked straight in.There was no fighting or bickering (I think the buffs were just too shocked by his sudden appearance to react properly), and seconds later, after a brief and somber exploration, he marched out again followed by the 5 indignant buffs in pursuit.
Strangely it was Grace that had the first "spat", as Clover tried to assert himself with the turkeys,, but the fight (if you can call it that) was over in a matter of seconds as she literally flattened the poor cockerel with huge umbrella like feet..
Clover and the turkeys
p.s. Thank the lord for Lemsip
................and there it goes
Trelawnyd from the East
This year seems to have galloped by.
Here comes the sun..............
Even though I am working nights tonight, It has been too warm and sunny not to be out in the allotment. I have harvested tomatoes,runner beans,beetroot,sweetcorn,courgettes,green cabbages,baby parsnips,broad beans.and lavender and will make up some veg boxes to sell tonight at work. Chris pottered around making lavender bunches for the wardrobe.
Still no takers for any of the runners, so I have resorted to a home made sign in the garden. Boris (below) is getting a little stir crazy in his enclosure, but typically of the breed he remains outwardly calm and and somber.He is an amazing character. I spent a restful half hour lying next to him and the buffs, cloudwatching.in the warm sun.
We ate my tender sweetcorn for lunch and watched the awful The First Wives Club (1996) on tv. Strangely enough it was quite amusing at times and one funny scene where the botoxed to death and straight Goldie Hawn danced with a group of bull dog dykes in a large lesbian night club reminded me of my straight friend Jonney H, dancing alone in a gay pub in Sheffield in an effort to cheer me up at a very bad time.It was a funny wonderful memory.amazing what you remember isn't it?It's Back!
Strictly Come dancing is back, bigger, (supposedly better) and on until Christmas. Tonight we sat down with cups of tea and the four less hysterical dogs (Jess has gone home) to watch the parade of the new contestants. Ok Strictly is the X Factor for the middle classes, but I don't care, It remains the campest and most entertaining thing on the box all year.Bring it on.
Out of the cannon fodder this year jolly hockey sticks Jodie Kidd and the delightful tongue-in cheek John Sergeant are stand outs
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