Going Gently

CJ arrives

CJ looking at his new shed mate with a tiny bit of trepidation

Now before Tom threatens me with strangulation with my own poultry wire...this bird orientated blog entry is purely designed to resassure the surrogate father of a four week old gosling that his "baby" has arrived safely in his new Welsh home.

I have placed him in the shed under a heat lamp and for company have let Blanche's surviving chick loose with him, which panicked him somewhat as he has only had a pensioner for company since he was found alone in Guildford back garden four weeks ago.

He/she is a real sweetie!

And seeing that it is his 90th birthday , I will leave you with one of Prince Philip's funniest quotes

When asked if he would like to visit the Soviet Union, he snapped

“ I would not.!!!.....The bastards murdered half my family”

God Love You Phil

Be ready to ohhhhh and arrrhhhhhh

Couldn't resist

The Resurrection Of Jesus and more lame ducks

With Chris away in Broadstairs, I could indulge myself with a little bit of bad behaviour.

Jesus

Last night around nine I started a loud play fight with all of the dogs in the living room, and after a few minutes there were terriers all bouncing off the ceiling closely followed by a near hysterical Bulldog who decided to rip the stuffing out of a couple of old cushions in a fit of uncharacteristic playfulness..

So preoccupied as I was with the rough and tumble I didn't see a young woman standing in the window, nor did I have any idea of just how long she had been watching me make a tit out of myself on the floor; so gathering up the last vestige of dignity I possessed, I walked around to the back of the cottage to see what she wanted.

I vaguely recognised her, she lived in the next village and in the winter had adopted Jesus, the white cockerel from me, so It wasn't hard to work out that she wanted to return him.

She had the whole spiel ready.

He was lovely, she loved him dearly but she was going to live in Bristol and couldn't take him with her....blah blah blah......

I asked her when she was going to Bristol

"Tomorrow" she said without embarrassment

To say that I was pissed off was an understatement, what was I going to say ? Leave him alone in her garden and wait for the foxes to take him. She knew damn well that she could dump him back with me

and against my better judgement, I agreed for his return.
* for those that don't know..Jesus was thus named as he was dumped by the field gate by someone unknown on Boxing day 2009!

So Jesus will be back! and he wont be the only one.

Last week I received an email from a couple wanting to re-home an orphan duckling that had presented himself to their retired father over in Shropshire... apparently the duckling is tame and rapidly outgrowing his rather nice conservatory.

After some correspondence I agreed for them to drop him off to me when they were off to Anglesey on Friday

And yesterday they thoughtfully sent a photo of CJ with his surrogate father for me to have a look at.

Yeap...he's obviously NOT a duck. but a robust looking gosling...

here's hoping he is not a gander!

Ebb and Flow

Five years ago I bought my first group of hybrid hens.
Out of the twelve that came to the field only six old hens now remain and these live out their lives in relative peace with Stanley the aging cockerel and Angostura the bad tempered guinea fowl.

The old hens keep out of the limelight. They potter away from the vital and more "aggressive" hens and seem to enjoy their quiet retirement at the bottom of the field in the twilight sheltered accommodation zone between duck house and pig pen.

They all reminded me of how we as a society often view our older population.......they are in essence invisible.
They demand little, they "keep themselves to themselves" and in many ways they are basically thought of as being "unproductive"
Yet the old hens on the field are old for a reason.
They remain the most robust and brightest hens under my care. They are first to shelter in bad weather,, they understand just where the danger points are within the field borders and when danger rears its ugly head, they understand the only too well where to go to keep safe.

For the most part, it has been the kindness and experience of the older people of Trelawnyd that has affected me here in Trelawnyd.....this morning Pat, who wont be upset when I say , is well over retirement age, called down yet again to wrestle the much improved piglet into submission in order that I could inject her with another 1 ml of antibiotic...she will help me again tomorrow and again on Friday and will do so with good humour and care.
The red faced Welsh farmer, who again is in his seventh decade hurled great bags of wood shavings over the gate a couple of days ago for bedding for the pigs and birds, and he did so without wanting anything in return.....as does Auntie Gladys who walked the length of the village just to leave us a carrier bag full of scones.

Ok I wont get too saccharine here.
We all know that some OAPs are the most selfish and insanely miserable old gits ever seen on the planet....but like my old hens, most that I come into contact here...are adroit old characters and dear friends

Right off now for a study day at work...... a day of health and safety......resuscitation and fire safety.......
(PHOTO Whoopie Goldberg)
oh joy!

Texan politeness and 21's injection

Now I am not really a fan of "tv research"
Generally there are more holes in it than a slice of Swiss Cheese,and for the most part it is designed to be somewhat overly dramatic rather than intellectually rigorous .
Always a case of styleover substance
The general premise of this video centres around an actress/waitress being "homophobic" to a gay parenting family at a Texan cafe and the subsequent intervention by the general public when they challenge the waitress' rudeness.
As you may have expected, ( well I did), the rural community seems to be able to challenge the waitress' behaviour much more vociferously than the reported " city" diners did and although the video does flag wave the anti homophobic reaction amongst the Texan population, my thoughts on the matter centre around the fact that Southern people just do not tolerate rudeness in whatever form it is given.
Anyhow stick with the video!, and whatever you think of the diner's motivations, it does indeed capture that nice part of human nature
(look out for the letter that one young man presented to the lesbian couple....it's very moving)

21 had her second antibiotic injection this morning, which was an interesting experience to say the least. Jabbing a squirming piglet up the arse is a two man job and with Chris being away for the week, I was left lacking manpower, so eventually I had to conscript the help of neighbour Pat, who fortunately, is an old hand at piglet wrestling,
The second injection was therefore given right on time, and the little sow is looking just that little bit better this morning and has been able to put her sore leg down onto the ground for the first time

Thank goodness for good neighbours
and thank goodness for kind Texans

George Clooney The Vet

Poorly 21

No 21 went lame over the weekend.
I suspected that she had an infection in her knee joint, but left her to rest to see if it would improve.
It didn't, so this morning I took her to a new rural vet practice up in the hills.
I have no confidence in my local vets. I have not since Maddie died last year,so after a bit of trolling around I registered my "farm" animals with the new practice which is around 20 minutes away and without a problem obtained an appointment with them after morning surgery.

I left a sorry looking 21 in the car while I waited for the vet to be free.....and after only a couple of minutes reading an old copy of Hello, the vet appeared in the doorway.
He looked the spit of a young George Clooney and as he flashed me the biggest pair of baby blue eyes he asked in a booming deep voice
"Are you the guy with the lame pig?"
I gulped
"Yes!"I squeaked....and said weakly "She's in the Berlingo"
"Well let's go and sort her out" he said cheerfully, flexing his smile again to deadly effect
...............I tottered out after him like a 14 year old schoolgirl.

Dr Doug Ross in ER couldn't have been more attentive
He took 21's temperature, manipulated her leg gently and checked her over as if she was a baby
"That's a nice pig" he said after the examination
"Thank you!" I simpered, smiling like an idiot
"She has an infection in the joint" he explained, ".I am going to give her an anti inflammatory injection and some antibiotics...have you ever injected a pig before?" The God asked
"No " I babbled " but I have given injections to plenty of fat humans before"
I was trying to be clever
He didn't laugh...but said " that's good".

You're never too old to make a tit out of yourself over a pretty face
Even if the vet had looked like the back of a bus, I was happy with the service I received and the total cost of the morning was refreshingly cheap.

Now answer me a question!

Can anyone clear up a question I have been thinking about for quite some time
Why do people read blogs less on a Saturday?
Strangely enough around 180-200 people ( god forbid) click on Going Gently per day to read about life here in the crawling lane of back country Trelawnyd.( I have to admit some 20 of these can be directed to the site if they Google the subject of "Welsh celebrities")......however on a Saturday I am always lucky to get perhaps 130 "viewers"
Now this computer behaviour intrigues me just a little........so... can anyone explain why it occurs?
Are Saturdays set aside for other pursuits rather than the reading of the acerbic tales of Tom Stephenson, the joyful musings of Victoria and Jacqueline or Cro Magnon's French country stories?........
Could it be Chores? family? shopping? sex? gardening? or real life that gets in the way? ...who knows?
But I would be interested to hear if anyone has an answer to this strange little phenomenon.

Anyhow back to the real world.
Nuala caught the afternoon train back to London leaving the cottage just a little quieter and less sparkling by her absence.
It feels as though we have talked constantly for 24 hours.
It was lovely to see her.