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Guinea Fowl Big Ups

For a fairly small bird which has a strange resemblance to an upturned rugby ball, guinea fowl are the noisiest animals you are likely to run into on a country walk.
For those lucky enough NOT to be privy to their machine gun like warning calls here is a short example of just how devastating their lung power can be!

Our neighbours are very sweet as they never complain when all four birds burst into "song" as it were but I know that when Alf,(above) Hughie and little Ivy get going, I am sure that there are some evil thoughts of murder circulating through various Trelawnyd residents' minds...............
Angostura ( the white "rescue guinea hen) keeps to herself with the older hens in their hen house and does not take up roosting positions with the other birds in the Church Yard trees at night...so at least the volume of the small group is diminished by 25% when they start their daily screaming at the odd unfortunate cat, buzzard and more importantly fox.
Angostura ( so named because her owner described her as being somewhat "bitter with life") will hopefully become a mate for Alf , once she realises that she is indeed a guinea fowl....but in the meantime he follows Hughie and his mate Ivy around like a love suck puppy, ever hopeful for a quick shag in the long grass.

This morning, as on every morning the three outdoor guineas were sitting on the Church wall, waiting for me to feed them.. They have become synonymous with the Graveyard , which they watch over as diligently as sentries of a castle....and I would like to think that they add some more character to a place already steeped in character and history

Famous, Rich And In The Slums

Sometimes a certain scene in a drama or documentary catches you unawares, and opens up the emotions like a window opening up into a rainstorm.
Last night I happened on the BBC documentary Famous, Rich And In The Slums.
The premise of the programme is not new. This time  four ambassadors for the Red Nose Charity (Comedan Lenny Henry, Actress Samantha Womack, DJ Reggie Yates and veteran Newswoman Angela Rippon) are transported to the slums of Kibera in Africa where they have to eek out some sort of existence with the families they are "boarded " with.
Of course the resulting documentary showed much angst and tear staining from the privileged Westerners, and much resilience and dignity from the poor Africans....and as a piece of television , it was  powerful, moving  and of course had the desired effect to galvanise the audience to support the red nose charity.

However it was one fairly short and unexpected clip that had me crying like a baby. In it ,non nonsense Angela Rippon was saying goodbye to a lady with whom she had worked . The two women had walked miles together to scrub clothes for hours on end and I suspect Angela's non flowery but ever so British "let's get on with it" attitude and friendly nature caught the African woman by surprise for when they eventually parted the woman was genuinely upset at the prospect of "her friend" leaving her.
Angela coped with the parting with pragmatism, but she too broke down as she drove away when she realised that the woman was not indeed grieving for a benefactor of sorts, but for the company and support of a fellow woman and friend.
It was Angela's reaction coupled with her guilt at leaving the slum -albeit briefly- ( and probably for a hot shower) that I found so moving.....in a matter of seconds she had the guts to show her personal guilt and shame of being a voyeur to the terrible poverty on show even though she had officially rolled up her sleeves and had gotten stuck in.....

Off to my Brother's house today....and just wanted to end by thanking our  Neighbour Trevor, who after reading my sister's blog on the fund raising  ASDA bagpack last Sunday, came around to our house last night to give his individual donation...it was very sweet of you

Mother Love

I love those quiet few moments on the field after a night shift......the whole place is still, calm and generally silent what with every coop and house full of dozing poultry and waterfowl, and a few long deep breaths recharge the soul after a night in the claustrophobic  and windowless intensive care unit
This morning there was a heavy frosty mist over Trelawnyd....and it was lovely to wander in the coldness and review the work of the night.
I looked after a woman who was poorly but stable. Her own mother sat vigil over her daughter's bed all night and the two women held hands for many hours as I pottered quietly around both of them.
I never have a problem with relatives. Maternal and paternal feelings cannot be questioned or commented upon, especially as I have no experience of the depth and strength a parent/child bond can actually be.
Of course I give out the usual, kind comment of " I think you should get off home for a shower and a sleep" but when there is a need to stay together, all you can do as a nurse is smile, be supportive and make sure a comfortable chair and a blanket is always available.
I will never know just how gut wrenching a serious illness can be to a parent of a child of any age.......seeing parents' traumas almost every night at work sometimes makes me thankful that I only have my dogs to worry about
Off to my brother's house now! more dogs in the pond time! 

Dewi Sant

Yesterday was St David's day.
St David ( Dewi Sant) is the patron saint of Wales who was born in the 5th Century. He was the founder of the monastic community in Mid Wales at Glyn Rhosin ( which means Valley of the Roses) and was famous for his good works and teachings.
Generally the day is marked by the wearing of a daffodil (I noticed all of the village school children were all wearing miniature daffodils) but I always remember wearing a small leek on my school jumper when I was a small child....
Just out of interest, yesterday the Empire State Building was lit up in the Welsh Colours of Red , Green and White

Now I can actually sing the National Anthem!
Working tonight

Someone Like You

Readers of this blog will probably realise by now that I do like my "little moments"

Today I have worked like a Trojan and have completely dug over, weeded and manured my largest vegetable plot ready for planting ( below)

It was hard work but because of the beautiful weather, it was a real joy and I didn't stop until nearly 3pm when I sat and rested in the spring sun with a bagel and a circle of dogs ,turkeys and chickens.

Now I am not generally a lover of "popular music" but by chance a rather beautiful song by Adele entitled "Someone Like You" came on the radio as I was looking for the news.....

It was a lovely, peaceful and rather melancholy type of song and suited perfectly a brief moment of cloud watching ( even though there wasn't a cloud to see in the sky)

Enjoy!!!!!

The veg patch almost finished

The last two Ghost hens sunbathing peacefully in the spring sun

I need two more followers!

Bitch Love

Somewhere under these two bitches is me.
The competition between Meg and Jabba-the-hut lookalike Constance has intensified somewhat as both bitches have a need to be within a gnat's crotchet of my body at any given time. Constance has the power to bulldoze her way into position where as Meg has the agility and speed to out manoeuvre her rival and although all this exuberance of physical affection is flattering.....I am having trouble getting jobs done!


Its going to be sunny today, Chris is working away so I will take the dogs on the field for the entire day and make a start on clearing all of the vegetable patches.

The following "note" did amuse me! (Borrowed from http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/)

At Joanne’s office in Lancashire, , her team had a temporary agency administrator working on-site with them for a few days. Well, “working.” Joanne says her boss was well-aware of what this fellow was actually up to, but rather than report him through the official channels, decided to drop him a little hint instead. (No word about how the lucky employees seated next to him felt about that decision.)

ouch!

Enjoy your day!!!

Happy St David's Day

A lesson Learned

Yesterday I took part in a Supermarket Bag pack with a score of family and friends in support of MND (Motor Neurone Disease)...I wont give details as I will leave Janet to tell all on her blog http://supportingandrew.blogspot.com/ but I will tell you about one little moment that did linger in my mind.

As I was packing , I fell into a brief conversation with a rather tatty looking middle aged guy who was smelling fairly strongly of stale alcohol. In his shopping basket were two bottles of home brand vodka, a frying pan and a large packet of expensive cat food ( you know the sort- the ones in those little foil dishes)....

"Someone is going to eat well later" I said as I packed the cat food...and the man smiled broadly

"That's my Shirley's tea!" he said pointing to the cat food

" and this" he said pointing to the vodka and chuckling " .....is mine"

He paid for his items and dropped two pound coins in my collection bucket which surprised me as he didn't "look" the sort to contribute a substantial donation. (that will teach me to be so snobby)

"It's a shitty illness" he said simply

"I know, my brother has it" I replied

and with another sad smile he dropped another pound in the bucket

"good luck to him mate.." he said kindly tapping me on the shoulder

 " ta ra!"

I was almost moved to tears