Praise for Jesus

Minutes before I left for work last night there was a knock at the door.
It was a  lady who had come to the field a week or two ago to buy hens at point of lay. I had sent her up another hen breeder to purchase her new hens , but before she went on her way discussed that she may want to have a cockerel at some stage to keep her hens happy and together.
Last night she came around to see if I had a "spare" cockerel that she may have and without hesitation I offered her Jesus.
Jesus was abandoned on the field by some anonymous soul two Christmases ago.
He was a frightened adolescent cockerel , with little confidence and a nasty dose of scaly leg mite, but even though I already had too many cockerels I sort of had a soft spot for the sad looking unwanted male, who had been thrown out like the Christmas wrapping paper on Boxing day!...
so I kept him

His legs were treated on a daily basis and after a difficult period of bullying by the resident Cockerel , Stanley,, Jesus has spent the past year in his own little run away from fighting beaks and rampant sex.....and so I was chuffed that I had eventually found him his own home, with his own garden and his own goo goo eyed harem.

Right, coffee has been drunk! and I can now face the day without any sleep...off to bath the dogs

Trauma

What is the height of post Night shift fatigue?

When you get home and push your knife slowly into a lovely onion bagel with fried egg

Only to see the said breakfast slide majestically off your plate and onto the back of a Hairy Scottish terrier then plop onto the floor!

Having said this... I picked it up and scoffed it before Chris saw me

Off to bed

Hoarding

Recently, in debate, I was asked what I thought about the subject of "animal hoarding" ( the person doing the asking ,  I was later to find out was being somewhat snide). I had never heard of the term before and asked for some clarification which I did not receive, so today I had a quick look at the definition of the phrase

Wikipedia states:-

Animal hoarding involves keeping higher than usual numbers of animals as pets without having the ability to properly house or care for them, while at the same time denying this inability. Compulsive hoarding can be characterized as a symptom of mental disorder rather than deliberate cruelty towards animals. Hoarders are deeply attached to their pets and find it extremely difficult to let the pets go. They typically cannot comprehend that they are harming their pets by failing to provide them with proper care. Hoarders tend to believe that they provide the right amount of care for their pets.[1] The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals provides a "Hoarding Prevention Team", which works with hoarders to help them attain a manageable and healthy number of pets.[2]


Years ago, I was a psychiatric nurse in Chester and York, and never came across this phenomenon before, (although I have had experience of patients hoarding bodily waste, household rubbish and the like---yes charming!)
I found the above article an interesting read and was reassured to realise that I am not quite at this stage just yet .
The human mind never ceases to amaze me in it's abilities to play tricks on itself, and although the whole subject is fascinating, I don't regret leaving psychiatric nursing for one minute.
It's just too complex

Why does everyone want to bitch slap?

As usual  I took the dogs out this morning first thing and as we walked down the lane ( the lane is not wide enough for two cars to pass each other) a small car crept up behind me. I gestured to the driver to wait a minute as I walked on to take the dogs up into a farm field gateway.HOWEVER
He revived the engine loudly, obviously impatient for us to move out of the way, and Constance who is only new to road "etiquette" pulled at her lead and backtracked into the road
The driver edged forward and I called out "just hang on a minute will you"
But he didn't stop
I had a glimpse of an office type businessman who mouthed " get out of the fucking way!" as he flicked the "V's" at me, and the car sped past missing Constance by a hairs breath
I wish I had a bag of shit on me, as I would have flung it at the car without a second thought.....but it was all too late
and as the Ford Ka, sped off , all I could think was why are so many people in this modern age so bloody angry!!!!?
Anger seems a modern epidemic doesn't it?

You see it everywhere:-, in the village,, on the roads,  on the phone ( anyone ring a call centre recently?) and on the net! ...........everyone seems so bloody angry
I hate bad manners- Being angry is being bad mannered  when anger is not controlled
The two seem to go together!
 Living in the country I think that good manners very much come to the fore
You stop if a horse rider approaches your car
You stop if you see cows in the road
You say "good morning to someone who passes you in the street"
and you give way if a 4 x 4 "out guns you in a country lane!
But still I see people angry, aggressive and difficult!
I would like to think that I am assertive but not aggressive... but I know I can give as good as I get and it does trouble me slightly that although I am in many ways mellowing with age, I just cannot put up with the unjust and the wrong.....
hummm perhaps it is me that is getting angrier?....that's worrying
who knows

I am Working all over this weekend on nights so here's hoping everyone has a nice and peaceful weekend?



Simon Pegg on kissing men and the first broody hen of Spring

This brief and somewhat too broad editorial was highlighted on the BBC news website a day or so ago

Straight men should kiss each other more to understand homosexuality, Simon Pegg says.
The married actor said that homophobia comes from a fear of the unknown.
He told Glamour: “I’ve never been homophobic and I like flirting with gay guys; they’re easier to flirt with than women. I flirt with my gay friends quite happily, even in front of my wife. They like it if you are a bit cheeky and touchy-feely; it’s fun and more slapstick.
“Once I had to kiss three guys; real full-on snogs. I think every man should snog another man. A kiss is so much more than physical touching; we laughed about it at the time, but there was no passion.
“It would help them understand. Homophobia’s all about fear of the unknown, like it’s something you could catch. But it’s not a choice, it’s biological.”


I found this piece interesting not because of straight Pegg's comments on kissing gay men...no, it got me to thinking about how the behaviour of "men kissing men" has actually changed over the last decade or so.
Now I grew up in the 1970s  where the North Wales coast was (and is) a million miles away from the Mediterranean lands where demonstrative papas kissed the foreheads of their sons at the dinner table. I actually remember kissing my father just the once when I was an adolescent, and that was a peck on the cheek after he had bought me and my sister an austin 1300! ( GDM 744K)
It was just not done.

Today, things ARE different, and it is refreashing to see men, that are secure in themselves, greeting other men with an unconcious peck or two. Of course all this has been always present in  artistic circles (I have a lurvie darling mate that will pucker up at the drop of a hat), but I do see it creeping in within the blokey hetero world!

Mind you, I do find this man kissing thing all a bit difficult, I think my 1970 Welsh roots still govern this intimate show of affection in a rather negative kind of way...however....I do hug my male friends , but it is always in that casual lumberjack-ish way that you often see in American sit coms ( lots of back slapping and laughing!)

Recently I saw my  brother-in-law kiss my brother on the forehead. It was one of those brief almost unnoticed acts of affection that said so much more than a wave or a hand shake.....and I remember cursing the difficulties I sometimes have kissing the people closest to me......

lesson to self......pucker up and get on with it!......mind you I may not start my journey into kissing men in greeting at the next Trelawnyd Community Council meeting.......There are farmers with guns on the committee!

Spring is almost here...you can almost smell it. The first of this year's broody hens have started to sit, and this sweet natured Light Sussex called Cora has walled herself up into the spare rabbit hutch on the field.
Broody hens can be a pain. Often they dont eat and drink for the three weeks of sitting, so need to be removed from their eggs twice a day and " encouraged" to feed and poo (Broody hens save up their poo for one HUGE dump a day).
Whenever possible it is important to break broodies by sin binning them ( a day or so in a crate where they cannot sit on eggs can help) but Cora was so gently insistent that she have her own eggs , I have relented , and left her well alone.
Chicks in three weeks perhaps?......more mouths to feed....my animal hoarding continues!

Exultate Justi.

Although it sounds rather like a Christmas piece of music, this is one of my favourite pieces of FILM music.
John Williams won a BAFTA for his soundtrack of the War film Empire of the Sun, this is the "liberation" track entitled Exultate Justi

Foxes, The Trelawnyd Flower Show and Unseen Turkeys

Snowdrops next to Harriet Ellis' 1900 grave

This morning was damp and fairly miserable but not cold, so I have spent an hour or so putting up chicken wire fences against the Churchyard wall. Two hens have taken advantage of the wind damaged barriers between field and graveyard and have been seen wandering around the Church in the afternoons, so not wanting any complaints, I have repaired the damage.
From my vantage point above the field, I had an ideal view of the day's miniature drama which unfolded around 8.30.To start with the guinea fowl started their warning chattering , but there was something more desperate in their cries that made me lift my head from my work to see what was afoot. The three guinea with their heads craned skywards stood screaming from the centre of the field. Immediately the hens , ducks , geese and even the turkeys stopped their feeding and raised their heads, then the birds seemed to galvanise themselves into a collective action. The more nervous hens glided quickly away from the edges of the field to stand next to the safety of the church wall at the same time as the old hens congregated silently behind their hen house.. The cockerels Stanley and little Pirrie took up positions next to the guineas and the geese, with their heads extended low to the ground joined in with the invisible line of defensive positions, honking sharply.
It was fascinating to watch the different species act as one unit and I just knew that there was a fox around.

As I reached the field border, the guineas followed me almost into the hawthorn hedge, and following the gaze of the turkeys, gobbling away angrily a few feet to my left , I saw the "flash" of red/brown as the fox tottered away through the riding school field, scattering the horses as he did so.
I stayed on the field for an hour to watch over the flock, which settled down with minutes of the fox's departure

The hens starting to run in from the field edges

Last night I received the new printed schedules for this year's Flower Show. Without our Post Office, we no longer have a village distribution centre so to speak, so I suspect that if we have enough copies, I will need to hand deliver them to the village houses directly. We moved our show to August 13th so it would not clash with a neighbouring Village of Llanasa's open day.....I learnt recently that they had also moved their day, but thankfully not to the same weekend



For those interested an "on line" schedule can be seen at http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.com/

Finally I have posted a video of our "unseen" turkeys ( usually Boris gets centre stage) hope you like it Mrs Fickle!

My Afternoons With Marguerite

Sentimental films seem to be a thing of the past, which is a dreadful shame in our busy, sometimes depressing modern world; Having said this it was with  much sniffing and heavy lump swallowing,that  I enjoyed a real humdinger of a sentimental romp at Theatre Clwyd tonight as Hazel and I sat through the whimsy that was My Afternoons with Margueritte ( French Title La tête en friche)
Germain Chazes (Gérard Depardieu ) is a hulking, middle aged  odd job man, under achiever who lives in a quiet little French town with his unloving mother , By chance he meets 95 year old Margueritte (Gisèle Casadesus)  a genteel ex civil servant with a love of books, who encourages him to develop an interest in words .As their mother/son  relationship grows, so does Chazes fragile self esteem , much to the interest of his eclectic group of friends down in the pub.
Yes it all sounds rather sweet, and thanks to the two leads ( the incredibly sensitive Depardieu and the elegantly frail Casadesus) the gentle relationship between two nice souls does bring a tear to the eye ( I had to hide my upset as Hazel NEVER cries at movies!)
The movie was a little too pacy given the subject matter, but if you want to see a nice movie about nice people being .......well......very nice........go and see it.....its quite charming. 8/10

It was lovely to catch up with Hazel, she's on countdown for moving to Manchester and on countdown with her pregnancy, I shall miss her when she goes.