She's stayed
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Calm
Well only short post this morning....more later (bet you all can't contain yourselves!)
We survived Halloween. No little darlings trick or treating here (I wonder if the crackhead whores frightened them off?)..so the night (for Chris anyway who was working on paperwork all evening!) was quiet and uneventful.
After the bar room brawl of yesterday, peace of a kind has reigned on the field. "Vinegar tits"* is still "giving it large" towards the home field hens, but after getting a good pasting from the turkeys, she is a little more subdued
The pub quiz fundraiser for MND did very well last night, but I will let my sister tell the "official" story of that one.....I am suffering from the evening ever so slightly though... too hot a chili supper I am afraid......
Every time I cock my leg over a gate or fence..I am blowing off like the Queen Mary's Fog horn...
but that's a little too much info
I have a lot to do today (more later!) and I even have a ticket to tonight's special showing of the 1922 classic Nosferatu at Theatre Clwyd* For those that don't know Vinegar Tits was the nickname the female prisioners had for a particulary horrible guard in the Australian soap Prisioner Cell Block H
Whore Wars
As any poultry keeper will tell you, it is unwise to "let loose" a load of new hens into an existing flock. You have to introduce your girls gradually, preferably over a few days of seeing each other through a fence or run, and even then you are not guaranteed a peaceful amalgamation of birds.
The eleven new hens. the ones that had been shagged ragged by a cockerel the size of a bear, are a tough looking, sorry bunch who have been somewhat unkindly nicknamed the "Crackhead whores". Not one of them has a full set of feathers between them, and in actual fact two of the bigger ones have that crazy kind of look only seen in the eyes of Jerry Springer's most unsavory guests. So I just kind of knew that when I let the new girls out of their pen, the resulting introduction, would be interesting to say the least.
At first, nothing happened. "The Crackheads" slowly left the safety of their run in a tight knit group, led by an buxom alpha female black rock who I have subsequently nicknamed "Vinegar tits". Jane the American turkey wandered over to take a look and was immediately set upon by the black rock (a thing I have never seen before as turkeys can be terribly violent when challenged)
Jane retaliated, as the guinea fowl and other hens joined in, and before I knew it, a full cat fight from hell had started..with even all the seven geese shrieking at the top of their lungs as the brawl spread through the ranks
Only the Indian runners didn't join in, they all stood nervously next to the pond chattering " leave it....leave it..... they're not worth it" to themselves
I have seen all this before! The best thing to do is to take a big breath and walk away.
So with feathers flying like confetti,
I turned on my heels and went to have another cup of coffee
"Fucking Turkeys in the shed"
It's a strange "tradition" (if tradition is the word for it) for this country to still adhere to the autumn/winter rule of "putting you clocks back"....
I have never really bothered with it all before ( apart from having an extra hour's lie in that is) but last night during a somewhat trying shift at work, I was one of eight staff who all looked at the clock at 2am with some satisfaction that the whole sorry night was at least half over, only to realise that it was suddenly 1 am all over again.
Its amazing how psychologically "crushing" that hour gained can be, to a group of registered nurse despots who are all in need of a coffee and a kind word.
It was a long night.....
It was a long night.....
And so this morning after an hour's marathon snoring and looking like an extra from The Walking Dead, I ventured out down the lane for a dog walk.
I must have looked a fright for I hardly realised that a car had stopped to squeeze past us all.
It was gentleman farmer Ralph and his wife Louenna (who always reminds me of a smiling Welsh version of Miss Jean Brodie)...As they passed I apologised for standing in the way of the car, explaining that I "was not firing on all cylinders" due to that extra bloody hour
"I wondered by your blog was not updated" she called out!
Small fish in a small pond........I realised.
And so, I have updated the blog with the banality and humdrum which is so often "life in Trelawnyd"...The new bald hens have all settled down, safe in the prospect of not being shagged to death by cockerel the size of a small man in a rooster outfit and the dogs all relaxed and comfortable after their country walk are lining up to lie down with me for another short siesta....they are nothing but loyal.
I'll need another snooze as Christopher (bless him) is taking me out to a rather nice sea food restaurant in Llandudno later..he has remembered that is our anniversary of eleven years together!
Bless... he has put up with a great deal over the years!
Only this morning he spied me carrying Boris and Gloria out of the shed (where I had moved them so that the new hens would have a "hen house" all of their own).....and I could hear him mutter to himself a slightly exasperated
"There's Fucking Turkeys in the shed AGAIN!!...what's bleeding next? "
......tee hee
I think he has forgotten that there's a bulldog bitch visiting on Tuesday......
Scruffy Buggers & MND Fundraiser
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| The Bald Buggers |
So another 11 waifs have arrived on the field.
The elderly lady who was so sad on the phone early this morning, turned out to be a delightful character when I met her in person.Her husband had suffered a minor stroke a few weeks ago and no longer could look after his small flock easily, so both were exceedingly grateful that I finally agreed that I could take all but one cockerel off their hands.
The cockerel was a monster of an animal who had effectively scalped all of his hens through persistant mating, so I am sure that all eleven hens will be delighted at having the opportunity to relax a little and give their "tuppences" a little bit of a rest!
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| Llanasa's Red Lion |
Now I have "cut and pasted" the folowing from my sister's blog...a bit more publicity for Motor Neurone Disease fundrasing.........locals please notePlease come and support us if you can -it should be a lot of fun ! There will be a raffle with the chance to win a free meal for two , the quiz starts at 8.30 pm. I`am making sure " Team M.N.D " are all of various ages so hopefully we will have a wide spread of musical knowledge. Chris organizes a quiz once a month with the proceeds raised donated to various charities.
And for anyone who is interested in a bit of history.........
The pub dates back to the 1700`s- previously it was a farm called Ty Newydd [ which translated means - New House ] it is situated in the centre of a typical picturesque country village- opposite the pub is a beautiful large Georgian style manor house in which my hubby and his family grew up in-Ned`s grand father bought the house for four hundred gold sovereigns ! Where he got the money from nobody knows and it still remains a family mystery today-Many of the pieces of furniture in the house had come down from Captain Edward Morgan who was a welsh man and an officer in the Royalist Army during the civil war in the 1650`s, he played a significant part together with 3 thousand Welshmen in the defense of Chester against the Parlimentarian forces- he was also a relation to the famous Captain Henry Morgan - buccaneer who operated in the seas around Jamaica" .
Phone Calls
How things change in the blinking of an eye.
This morning I have had three phone calls over a rapidly cooling cup of coffee.
The first was Chris, who is still working away in London.
The second was an elderly lady who somewhat tearfully asked if I would 'adopt' her small flock of hens, as her frail husband could no longer look after them
And the third was a lovely conversation with a lady in Liverpool who wants to find a loving home for her five year old female bulldog.
" The Jungle Telegraph" is an amazing thing.
The upshot of the conversations were:-
I will be picking Chris up from the station at 7pm
I will go and look at the elderly lady's hens this morning( with my hen crate in the boot)
And the lady with the bulldog bitch will bring her over to see us on Tuesday
hey ho
This morning I have had three phone calls over a rapidly cooling cup of coffee.
The first was Chris, who is still working away in London.
The second was an elderly lady who somewhat tearfully asked if I would 'adopt' her small flock of hens, as her frail husband could no longer look after them
And the third was a lovely conversation with a lady in Liverpool who wants to find a loving home for her five year old female bulldog.
" The Jungle Telegraph" is an amazing thing.
The upshot of the conversations were:-
I will be picking Chris up from the station at 7pm
I will go and look at the elderly lady's hens this morning( with my hen crate in the boot)
And the lady with the bulldog bitch will bring her over to see us on Tuesday
hey ho
A Mixed Bag " Horror, Horror oh the Horror"
I am at my brother's house today and as I drove up from Trelawnyd, I counted no less than five advertisements for "Halloween night" parties and celebrations...."Scare your pants off" here and "frighten the kids " there.....I am at saturation point with goolies at the moment!
So, sticking to the old phrase.. you can't beat 'em so join 'em..... I have decided to nose dive in with the fun
There seems to be a slight preoccupation with zombies of late. I must admit to having just a little bit of an obsession with AMC's The Walking Dead at the moment, but that is because the basic plot is that of a 1970s disaster movie... where a group of strangers have to battle a collective threat.
No, at the present moment... Zombies are definitely the "flavour of the month"
I had to laugh recently when the BBC reported that Leicester City Council had recently received a freedom of information request from a "concerned" citizen in which he stated that provisions to deal with an attack, often seen in horror films, were poor and did Leicester have an emergency plan to deal with any potential zombie threat
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news
A comment by geek Ed Thurlow ( Zombie expert and designer of the website "Terror 4 fun") was reassuring as it was amusing : he stated "a zombie invasion in Leicester was highly unlikely."
I will leave you with a real horror movie clip.
This one will strike terror into the very soul of Tom Stephenson!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry Thomas!
So, sticking to the old phrase.. you can't beat 'em so join 'em..... I have decided to nose dive in with the fun
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| In need of a little Boots no 7 me thinks |
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| Disaster movie 2011 style |
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| The Sexy Redneck Norman Reedus In the Walking Dead |
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news
A comment by geek Ed Thurlow ( Zombie expert and designer of the website "Terror 4 fun") was reassuring as it was amusing : he stated "a zombie invasion in Leicester was highly unlikely."
I will leave you with a real horror movie clip.
This one will strike terror into the very soul of Tom Stephenson!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry Thomas!
Badgers and Flashing
Chris is still away,So each evening I can be found sat in front of the fire in his jim jams watching shite tv.
Well late last night When I took the dogs down the lane for their evening walk, I spied the distinctive White striped face of a badger poking out of the field hedge. For the past few months the badgers have disappeared from the field, so it was a bit of a bummer to think that they have now returned. I dropped the dogs back in the cottage , then I galloped around to the Church gate in order to spy on the field to count how many badgers were about.
BIG MISTAKE!!!
Message to self....never go badger watching when still wearing PJs! They GAPE!!
As I hurried down the lane I was caught by the headlights of a couple of cars..and it was only afterwards I realised that I had given them both "a bit of a show"
The drivers must have thought I was an escapee from some sort of" Twightlight home for the sexually incontinent....."
Anyhow back to the badgers..I counted four in the end. Four big adults. Grumbling like pigs, they scouted around the hen houses, scratching at the doors and coop corners as the hens all held their collective breaths. Then a couple made their heavy way to my two feed bins and effortlessly upended one spilling the expensive feed onto the grass. The strength of these animals is truly awesome
I had to stop my badger watch there and then, and as it started to rain, I climbed down onto the field to scoop up the lost feed and then moved both bins into the safety of the field shed.
As I appeared, pyjamas flapping in the wind, the badgers shuffled off down the field, grumbling to themselves.
I could almost make out what they were "saying"
"we'll be back!"
Well late last night When I took the dogs down the lane for their evening walk, I spied the distinctive White striped face of a badger poking out of the field hedge. For the past few months the badgers have disappeared from the field, so it was a bit of a bummer to think that they have now returned. I dropped the dogs back in the cottage , then I galloped around to the Church gate in order to spy on the field to count how many badgers were about.
BIG MISTAKE!!!
Message to self....never go badger watching when still wearing PJs! They GAPE!!
As I hurried down the lane I was caught by the headlights of a couple of cars..and it was only afterwards I realised that I had given them both "a bit of a show"
The drivers must have thought I was an escapee from some sort of" Twightlight home for the sexually incontinent....."
Anyhow back to the badgers..I counted four in the end. Four big adults. Grumbling like pigs, they scouted around the hen houses, scratching at the doors and coop corners as the hens all held their collective breaths. Then a couple made their heavy way to my two feed bins and effortlessly upended one spilling the expensive feed onto the grass. The strength of these animals is truly awesome
I had to stop my badger watch there and then, and as it started to rain, I climbed down onto the field to scoop up the lost feed and then moved both bins into the safety of the field shed.
As I appeared, pyjamas flapping in the wind, the badgers shuffled off down the field, grumbling to themselves.
I could almost make out what they were "saying"
"we'll be back!"
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