Eric

I wasn't going to blog again today. I've had a busy old time being all manly and cutting down fallen trees,building  bonfires and repairing fences.
I have also had another visitor to the field, who appeared carrying a pet basket.. Yeap another mouth to feed I thought,and I was right as the man asked me to take his unwanted silkie bantam cockerel-apparently he was crowing a little too much!

He is a scrawny little red head with a 1980's mullet
I have called the little fella, Eric

Winnie is a woman

We went out for dinner last night......it doesn't happen too often, but the treat was much appreciated and enjoyed as the food in our local restaurant The Barrow, was beautiful!
I enjoyed too many Pinot's and retired to bed happy and well filled at 10pm ( early for me)
This morning I felt fine so bounced onto the field with a spring in my step to let the animals out only to find Winnie, the white gander, quiet and noticeably lethargic in his goose house.
I coxed him out onto the grass and gave him some water which he drank politely and then he sat down with his big blue eyes carefully watching me.
I crept forward and stroked his head and gave him the once over.........it was not long before I found out his problem.....for out of his bottom protruded "his" first and rather large goose egg

A few small grunts later, and with me lending some ineffectual morale support, out popped Winnie's egg., which she sniffed at briefly before tottering off to the pond....

And me, Mr Smart arse was convinced that she was a gander!

Violence and sex

Its spring
and the testosterone is flying.
As usual the few males that inhabit the field are turning their heads towards sex and like drunken yobs that seem to frequent all of our towns, cities and villagers nowadays, the drakes and turkeys are turning to thuggery to get what they want.
As the local builder and odd job man  fixed our broken chimney (at a very reasonable rate I might add), I diverted myself from not being able to venture up his ladder to survey the work (I felt like a real old queen when I told him I was too frightened) and spent an hour or so bolting my small polytunnel to mother earth

small but beautifully formed

When my back was turned, petty rivalries and male posturing within the turkey ranks boiled over and Bingley the Bourbon red stag, escaped his enclosure and set upon the more timid and older Boris with Jane and Lizzy (his females) getting stuck in like two drunken slags on the Jeremy Kyle show.
This "pack" behaviour of "getting stuck in" seems to be a rather unpalatable feature of turkey society  and as usual it it the weakest ( in this case the gentle white females- Gloria and Theresa) that got caught in the crossfire and bore the brunt of the attack.

By the time I heard the cries of the injured, it was all but over.....The evil eyed Lizzy had pulled away (probably saying in turkey language "Leave him Bingley he's not worth it"!" with Jane in tow, but both females couldn't quite resist a final barrage of pecks (this time at a passing and totally innocent buff orphington)...precipitating my Sigourney Weaver-ish shout of "get away from her you Bitches!"....hummm very theatrical!

I found Boris hiding in the turkey house ruffled but otherwise ok....but Gloria had been pecked and clawed nastily and repeatedly on her back and wing and Theresa had a wound on her neck.

I shut Bingley away ( resolving myself to sell him and his bitches at the first opportunity-and smiled grimly that the money will go towards a goat!) as  I treated the wounded with some purple antibacterial spray.

Gloria and Theresa after the attack

Now all is peaceful and the female turkeys are mixing as though nothing had happened. Bingley is back in his enclosure and the hole in the fencing repaired. Despite having their beaks clipped, turkeys can inflict some damage when they have a mind to............The three trouble shooters will be going...the "for sale" poster has already been drafted......................

A Morale Booster

As you all know my brother and his wife are living with the daily grind that is Motor Neurone Disease. Laughs or even smiles can be few and far between at the moment, so I am sure my sister's latest blog entry has gone a long, long way in raising morale and eliciting a quiet chuckle. If you have a spare minute, go and see what she has done.........and leave her a comment
 see Supporting Andrew Blog
......my Brother's comment is worth a look too.............
A lovely little moment of kindness me thinks.................

Iris DeMent

Ok we have gone from the ridiculous ( my previous "Nipple" blog) to the sublime (Iris Dement's True grit version of Leaning on the Everlasting Arms)
I am not a country music fan but this song is rather wonderful
I took Chris to see True Grit tonight and he loved it!

Pc " Nipples" and Pc "Ball Sack"

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Pissed off

I have shaken my black mood
Being a bit fed up has basically bored me more than anything, and when needy Meg curled up for the 100th time on my knee (beating Constance to the punch-so-to-speak) I was resolved to kick myself up the arse and "get a grip"
so I have organised now to see Nuala in London at the end of the month, and a couple of weeks later I have planned to see old friends John ( the famous Bel-ami), Jane and Mike over in Sheffield. In between these trips I will hopefully see may friend Nige over in Manchester so my "friend" quota will be well and truly TICKED
I know what my problem has been.... I have missed my friends here in Wales. Geoff ( my village matey) left for pastures new a couple of months ago and Hazel is heavily pregnant so has quite rightly been nesting over the last month so I have felt a tad isolated...........and probably quite sorry for myself
My Achilles heel (are) my friends........I am a person that needs them as much as a goldfish needs water...and I don't do well when at least one of them is not around......mind you right now I am happy that fairly soon....I will be catching up with them........over a nice glass of wine and a nice meal......

In the mean time my black mood has been lifted by Meg, who typical of a needy bitch,has perhaps sensed my mood and has followed my every move........

Errrrrrrr?

I have nothing really to say today.
Perhaps it's a case of "bloggers' block"
I think I am need of some city time,
As I am feeling somewhat flat.
Off to put up my poly tunnel