............I wonder if he is gay????
answers on a postcard please
At Last, Cloud Watching
It has been a long time since it has been warm enough for a little cloud watching. At five pm this afternoon, the cold wind dropped and the sun came out, so I took the scotties outside to play before I locked up the turkeys and ducks and fed the pigs.
"Cloud watching" is an occasional guilty pleasure of mine, and is one that I have not "practiced" since the autumn.(see last blog)
Cloud Watching is always camouflaged from questioning eyes by having the scotties jumping all over me when I lie down! To anyone passing, the whole thing would just look like a middle aged guy playing with his dogs.....only I would know that the ulterior motive would be a moment of pure , if not a little odd looking, relaxation!
Today the scotties wandered off, just at the point I had "seen" the White Cliffs of Dover in a particularly long cloud as it passed by, and Albert took over with a playful jump onto my head. He stayed with me for the longest time, so I fished the camera out of my pocket and took our photo to remember the moment.
Now neighbour Mandy was watching me from her garden, and amid some slightly confused hilarity she asked:
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"What ARE you doing?" ..after all I am sure she was not quite used to seeing a middle aged man lying flat in a field with a cat on his head
"Watching clouds" I called back...........
She didn't ask for a further explanation.........
I guess she knows me very well.......................
hey ho
Arse into gear
list for the week.1. Start clearing the back garden ready for some more cottage flower planting. Last year the garden looked lovely (above)
2. Finish clearing the final vegetable bed and plant the first of my potatoes, broad beans ,shallots and onions
3. Paint the pig house and pick up fence posts for the new pig run
4. Set up the first of this year's fertilized eggs into the incubator.
5. Start to chicken proof the vegetable beds
Lizzy cooks her goose
Lizzy(Left) and Jane (right) are my two female poults (I have had to rename the two stags Darcy and Bingley) and one of them, has somewhat of an evil streak. Gloria has been sought out yet again by one of them and her neck wound has been extended and deepened.I moved Gloria and Boris into the furthest enclosure and caught the aggressive female turkey (it turned out to be Lizzy) venting her frustration on the diminutive Bingley.
Note to self: Lizzy will be fattened up and eaten very soon!!
Kes flies again
The former thriving holiday resort of Rhyl (6 miles away to the north) is now one of the most deprived areas in the whole of Wales. Unemployment,antisocial behaviour, crime, drugs,a change in the holiday habits of the nation and the credit crunch have stripped the town of of its previous "splendor" making it a truly depressing and unattractive dumping ground.
Mind you, I was interested to read that a local initiative has given hope and a purpose to three young boys from the town, by enrolling them as apprentice falconers.
It is hoped that by training these three lads in the ancient discipline, then the seagull nuisance on the Promenade areas will be drastically reduced.
I found the story a hopeful and positive and of course the influence of Ken Loache's 1969 film Kes, has not been lost by myself or the local media at this time, which is not always a bad thing.
Perhaps I am riding a little higher and more hopeful in the wake of seeing Precious drag her sorry arse out of the ghetto on Thursday night......perhaps I am just tired of hearing bad news story after bad news story from the trailer trash capital of North Wales......who knows?
All I do know, is that there is a therapeutic benefit to be had by constant animal responsibility a fact which has been seen ad nauseum in Hollywood, in literature and on tv.......(remember The Yearling? Lassie Come Home? Tarka the otter? The War Horse? The Snow Goose? Marley and Me ? etc etc)
It is a fact we all know, and I think subscribe to......perhaps more initiatives like this should be supported.
Time for an apprentice me thinks
Exhaustion hysteria.
Intensive care was extremely busy today. It was the usual story....too many critically ill patients and just enough staff to cope with them!By mid afternoon the constant pressure got to us all... and we, the nurses indulged in a bout of stupid behaviour (joking around with a somewhat perplexed and overly serious radiographer) and a short burst of hysterical giggling at absolutely nothing!
In eleven and a half hours I have looked after one high dependency patient and two intensive care patients.
Give me humping a ton of stones around in my field anytime!
Wall Bore
I have got bored with the mess around the wall repairs, and in a fit of queeny control freak(ery) I have moved 42 wheelbarrows of boulders and stone from one side of the field to the other. Islwyn will be able to use this surplus to line the stream bank in the graveyard.By 4pm, my legs and arms had turned to jelly but as you can see from the following before and after photographs, it was worth the effort to get things ship shape.
(Above) The original breach in the wall, where the hens happily climbed up into the old Churchyard
The new and improved Church wall, complete with a secluded dining area!!! (and wheelbarrow)Anyhow, enough already with wall news....even I am getting slightly bored with it all now! Tonight is a treat night for us as we have Fish and Chips for tea! (American readers may have to google fish and chips!) We also throw caution to the wind and indulge ourselves with a large side order of mushy peas ( more googling required here !!!), after which I aim to climb into a very VERY hot bath with Homes and Antiques magazine, to soak away the soreness of today's work.
I am working all day tomorrow, so Chris is on animal watch (which should be fun) He and Boris have not seen each other for a while, and the turkey, I think, is ready to kick some Dr Chris Burton ass!!!
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