The village has come to a complete standstill and looks deserted . The usually busy A road through the village is quiet and still, except for a farm tractor which looked as though it was transporting people up the hill to the school from Dyserth, the next village (below pic),
A smattering of hens had marooned themselves in the shelter of a few gravestones in the Churchyard and in arm fulls of ones and twos, I have just transferred them all down back into their hen houses.
A huge cold blizzard hit around midday, effectively trapping me inside the cottage. Luckily I had already given the dogs a long walk and had just finished cleaning out the 13 animal houses but my main job for the day, namely the clearing out of my rubbish filled shed, had to wait.
Anyhow, as the blizzard started I raced out into the field and put Boris and Gloria back into their house 
with food and water. All the other animals with the exception of the ducks had already hidden away, but I did notice Halleh squatting in the snow by the gate. He had caught the sickly Susan, during one of his testosterone filled urges and had effectively raped her. The poor hen is almost on her last legs anyway, and just didn't have the reserve to get out of his way, and I was so annoyed with myself for not preempting all this before the inevitable happened.
The guinea fowl are now free in the field, and have quickly developed from hysterical, pain-in-the arse missiles to complex little characters with a charm and humour all of their own.
Last night I watched the wonderful One Fine Day (1996), and although rom coms are historically mostly viewed as popcorn fodder, I always thought that this sparkling 1940 esque comedy is a true movie classic in the Spencer Tracey/Katherine Hepburn vein.
For 90 minutes I smiled at George Clooney wringing every doe-eyed moment from his Charming New York reporter divorcee, who slowly falls for the considerable charms of the slightly neurotic business woman Michelle Pfieffer, and only in retrospect did I realise that it takes a truly brilliant film to illicit such a response.
In a similar way, I must now sing the praises of another "ordinary" artist. For Christmas my sister bought me the Susan Boyle CD, and today was the first chance I had to give it a good listening to. Now most of the tracks (madonna cover, religious hymns and elevator songs) left me a bit cold, but I was drawn a cover version of The Rolling Stones' Wild Horses and the haunting "Proud" (see previous blog).....Both were lovely but "proud" was a standout for me.
I should, I know, not be in such a hurry to condemn things I have not experienced. Pure "art house" film fans may have overlooked the joys of George Clooney's dimples..and indi music fiends may not have given the Sue Bou album a spin and therefore could well have missed out on a great deal of pleasure....keep an open mind John eh? hey ho!
Perhaps I will even give The Good Son a whirl
Who needs an expensive video camera?.......I took this video on my battered old digital camera this morning as the poultry looked on.
Chris is ringing the Church bell !!!!
Another morning, another ice cold start.
Must go......the dogs need a walk and Chris is going to Church this morning and has been elevated to bell ringer, so I want to be back so I can hear him massacre the bell ringing rhythm again (last time it sounded like war had broken out!!!!!!!!!!!!)Pity the video does not show her performance...it was lovely
