Pob Hwyl

The Village post office will close today, and a steady stream of Trelawnyd folk have called in to wish Jenny the postmistress "Pob Hwyl" or as the Welsh would put it " all the best"

I cut her some flowers from the garden and called in to give her my best wishes when I was off walking the dogs

.the above photograph is of Jenny and one of her oldest customers Mrs Hughes

sigh

More Big Boy's films this evening.... Clash of the Titans.....

total bollocks but Sam Worthington is a real sweetie.....I could spit on a hankie and wipe his face anyday!!!

Blood and guts

I decided to have what Nuala and I used to call in our "salad days" as a "big boy's afternoon"..... now the actual definition of a big boy's afternoon is:-

"to vegetate on the couch in front of an action film with beer, crisps and no interruptions"

Mind you we used to indulge ourselves with such luxury years ago, when we were students with no responsibilities..so the thought of doing nothing for 2 hours in the day time now fills me with guilt that would put a Jewish Momma to shame.

So I got up early, had the jobs done by 8.30am and then got stuck in with the likes of coop cleaning, dog walking, lawn cutting and cottage cleaning. By 4pm, after I had delivered eggs and painted the last of my brooder boxes I thought I had earned enough brownie points to climb onto the couch with the dogs without any hint of remorse.

The movie of choice was the Neil Marshall epic CENTURION, which wasn't that bad a romp, even though it had obviously been cut-to-hell to fit in with the 20 year old yahoo cinema trade.
Little more than a chase movie, Centurion tells the tale of the 7 survivors of a 9th Legion massacre by the dirty Picts ( Michael Fassbender, Dominic West, David Morrisey and the still sexy Liam Cunningham amongst others) and how they have to escape from axe waving psychopath native warrior sexpot Olga Kurylenko
The survivors are picked off one by one after they do that obligatory jump over the waterfall scene, and everything is garnished with lashings of CGI blood and guts spurting around with gay abandon


Just the sort of mindless rubbish to while away a muggy afternoon

The Ghost hens.

For Maugre!

Here is a brief video of the ghost hens ( sorry Nigel) As you can see they are buxom, slow and rather mute birds but there is something quite benign and sweet natured about them

tee hee

I have one gay male friend ( well only one officially gay friend that is), and that is my good mate, city living Nigel
Tonight we had a chin wag.
He is pretty stressed at the moment as he is battling through his PhD, but after a bit of brief bitching about deadlines and the like, we finally reduced the quality of conversation to subjects that would elicit some humour and silliness
The subject of my blog came up and he wryly commented on my heavy livestock biased writing
"when I see a photo of a chicken on one of your blog posts...I skip it!!!!"
Message to self....re: tomorrow's blog"
...............no more hens.........

Getting Chris to relax, a fortress and good news

Sometimes you experience a day that keeps you busy but doesn't sound that exciting...well not to anyone but me I suppose.
Chris left for a week's holiday in Broadstairs this morning, he needs the break, not only has he working extra hard over the past few months, he has been intermittently smoking again, which doesn't do well with someone's stress levels especially as he has been playing around with his nicorette patches! A week with his family, at the scenic beach in Broadstairs will, I hope, recharge his batteries.....having said this...my request that he leaves his work laptop at home fell on deaf ears!
If I can eventually find a house sitter that can look after the field, we both will be able to take a break sometime...hopefully in Sitges in Spain..........but for now I am on hen watch.....it's going to be a quiet week ...both my friends here Geoff and Hazel are away on holiday...hey ho!
Anyhow this morning my neighbour John helped me collect my new second hand hen house, which was a snip at 10 quid! It had been displayed at a local feed wholesaler and needed a little work to get it back into shape, but essentially was a huge, robustly made coop.

I painted it this afternoon, and fixed the broken doors and then bought another ridge tile to cover the heavy house tiled roof. After an hour or so, it looked mighty fine and sturdy enough to catch the eye of a visiting farmer!

"Do you think it will keep out a fox?" I asked him....and with a chuckle he stated "The only way that a fox would get into that house is with a f*cking hand grenade"

I used the left over paint to tidy up several small enclosures that had been donated to me by the animal rescue centre at Trelogan. I know it is slightly presumptuous but I want these ready for the hopeful next hatching of ducklings that are due in twelve days or so

By 6pm I was buggered. and had a quick moment of cloud watching before Lily clambered up onto my tummy....who said hens can't be affectionate?
The anonymous fruit leaver has continued to drop kind offerings off for Boris. He loves these little treats and today sucked out the centre out of each tomato with delightful relish ( I had to break them open for him.....of course...remember Turkeys are thick as mince.
The great news of the day is that my friend Nia has just had her second baby over in Australia! Little Molly Seren ( Welsh for star) is a real cracker and I am so pleased for her.....after looking after Leo for a five days, I now feel as though I am an expert in child care.....and can talk about babies without my usual reticence!!!
Humm another skill tucked under my belt.....

Off to lock the birds up now....I suspect this week I shall be watching a great many dvds and all the cupboards in the cottage will be cleaned out at last

Tiny Chick Robot

I hate to say this but the women sat in the library, stroking several poorly constructed obese robotic chicks need to get a f"*King life ......sad sods

Catching Blogs

My sister can be a big Luddite where computers are concerned!
Her stress levels have been pretty high, but with some patient counselling she has now banged out her own blog site which supports an excellent cause!
So if you have a minute, pop over to http://supportingandrew.blogspot.com/ and leave her a message of encouragement...... she is doing a sterling job selling charity wrist bands in support of the ALS association (above Chris sporting his band)

Thank you!

Anyhow I was on night shift last night and the Intensive care Unit was quiet which made a change. I didnt have a patient, and offered to go home to return another night to cover a short shift, but my request fell on deaf ears. Today I have sorted out Janet's blog and bought a second hand hen house from the animal wholesalers! I now have 18 hen houses !