Long Day

It's been a long enjoyable day!For Me & Meg ( who spent the day with Aunt Judy)

Forgive the Hat

Love A Duck

Well, we have been sifting though the massive post bag which contains the "ducking naming" entries throughout the early part of our train journey. The lady opposite quite likes some of the more " fluffy bunny" names put forward so far, unlike Chris who has merely raised his Roger Moore eyebrow when I told him that Mr Fox suggested naming the ducklings Daryl and Carol from the WALKING DEAD. His précis on the whole competition has been a succinct comment of "Bloody saddos" Nuff said! So keep em coming dear readers.... Foreign winners will receive some deliciously expensive handcrafted greetings cards from our sister village of Dyserth..(Chris says they look as though they come from a special needs workshop) while...Uk winners will win some genuine Trelawnyd honey.... Right....have to go....IPad is running out of juice and I need to play with the embarrassing toilet doors on virgin trains.......

Name That Duck!

Ok. brief post today...I am off to sample the delights of a "Health & Safety" study day...Tomorrow will be more of the same as Chris is taking me to London for the day (Christmas Pressie). We are off to see the matinee stage production of War Horse, which will be a real treat, if not a bit of a busy day as we need to get back to lock the animals up for the night.

Now that good natured Sheffield despot that is Yorkshire Pudding suggested that I run a naming competition for the two ducklings that were kidnapped  collected yesterday....and so, bowing to his academic experience , age and excitable nature I am proud to announce the "name the duck" competition!
Send me your ideas for the two babies.....they can be anything but smutty (Thomas!) and by Saturday I will pick the best two names and the nominee will receive a real, home made Trelawnyd prize through the post!
( "oh be still my beating heart!")
so let's hear your ideas.......

Well Meaning Idiots

The woman with the ducks wanted me to pay for taking them off her well manicured hands and neat little flowered boarders.
She said she paid 20£  for each of  her little Aylesburys,
I told her she paid 30£ quid too much
She bought them from her window cleaner who said they would make  ideal suburban pets
That was before they had reduced part of her lawn to mud


In the end I took them for nothing, and was so angry I would have taken them anyway,
The woman had no clue of how to look after  RUBBER DUCK let alone two under age real life ducklings.


The youngsters had been given free range of the woman's garden and drive over the past two weeks or so, even though I suspect they are now only six weeks old. I explained to her that given the bad weather we have experienced over the past month I was surprised that the little chaps had not succumbed to the wet....especially as neither bird has any feathers showing through yet


The pair have survived  by pure luck, especially given the fact that their home was a converted wooden barrel and a greater amount of their feed has been slices of white bread and a bit of corn.


I had the pair caught and in the back of the Berlingo before the woman had drawn a big breath.
"I think I will buy a couple of those big fat hens for the garden" The woman mused before I drove away
"I saw a couple in Homes and Gardens , they are called Orpingtons....do you have any for sale?"
"No" I said shortly and drove off

Ten Little Indians

Halleh, the single drake, non runner and group leader

 Another of the Indian Runners didn't come home the other night.
Like Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians ( the film version and NOT the novel BTW) their numbers have been whittled down from eight to six.
I think I know what has happened and I now blame the dreadful weather we have been experiencing as the run off from the fields has meant that the small stream that has always run quite peacefully at the back of the field has overflowed. The flooding has allowed the ducks to access the riding stable paddocks beyond my field, and yesterday I even caught the group crossing the lane down at the bridlepath, over 1000 yards  from home.
When I saw them, I couldn't quite believe that I stood in the middle of the road pointing in the general direction of the cottage shouting a rather camp and surprising
 "GET HOME!!!" to the group
Strangely enough the ducks then ran off obediently in the direction of the field!


And so the two ducks have either been taken by a fox when venturing out through the more dangerous parts of the fields or are both sitting on eggs under some hedge somewhere. I am hoping that both ducks could be sitting as they are now 2 years old, the right age for going broody
Only time will tell.....


ps.........the fickle finger of fate has just wagged itself at me again this morning as before I have even finished this blog, there was a knock at the door.
Could I take two young  and very unwanted Aylesbury  ducks from a woman who thought they would make ideal pets for her previously pristine herbaceous garden!


hey ho
off to pick the little buggers up in a few ticks

One Liners

I heard a fantastic put down this morning.
I was out delivering some schedules for our flower show when a met up with Mr Jenkins ( not his real name), who was out walking to collect his newspaper 
We chatted for a while about this and that and then idly watched as a lady from the village passed in her car .
The normally polite Mr Jenkins looked at the woman with slightly slitted eyes and with a surprisingly deadpan delivery said
"That woman looks like a baboon in a babygrow!"
I have giggled about it all the way home

In Memoriam Celeste Holm

Hollywood's favourite best friend actress, Celeste Holm died today at the age of 95
I always liked her as a performer.....of course I would as she starred in my very favourite film ALL ABOUT EVE, were she played Margo Channing's gentle best mate Karen.

The scenes between her and Bette Davis, in my opinion are some of the best in the film as the actors captured perfectly the way the real friends "dovetail" together so naturalistically...
this was not mean feat as The Turner Classic website notes

" Bette gained a new enemy in Celeste Holm who found Davis' behaviour extremely rude from start to finish. On one of the first days of shooting, recalls Holm, she innocently said to Davis, "Good Morning." "Oh, shit," replied Davis, "good manners." Holm was extremely offended. Though they played best friends convincingly while the cameras were rolling, Holm made a point to never speak to Davis off the set again. The feeling was mutual."



Shame on the BBC website..... not a mention

Sounds Through A Window

The hens are all sat in the sun on the other side
 of the patch of nettles( middle of photo)

Chris has an optic migraine
He gets them from time to time, and the only thing he can really do to get rid of one is to go to bed.
Subsequently the cottage is quiet and rather still, which is blissful as all that afternoon shit from tv ( the sort of stuff that Chris uses to wind down with over a mooching sort of weekend) has been switched off.
The weather is kinder today, though not warm, and as the invalid sleeps, I have bathed two dogs who have been rolling in chicken shit, cleaned windows, weeded "Bosoms" and cut the lawn.


Now I am sat at the cottage window listening to the sound of Trelawnyd at it's best.
There is the distant and forgettable hum of a jet circling towards Liverpool airport and the occasional sound of a car on the main road, but for the most part all I can hear is the wind in the Graveyard trees and the cluck of the hens as they fight for the most favourable and sunny spot out of the cool breeze.
Across the valley at Marian Mawr ( a farm) I can make out the buzz of trial bikes scrambling through the fields, but because of the wind, the sound is ebbing and flowing, so it is almost as though I am listening to bees around a bee hive.
The sound is not irritating at all, and for the most part is masked by the rustle of a million leaves


Serren, the welsh Terrier puppy from down the lane barks sharply at something or nothing and from the kitchen Albert farts gently as he walks though the door, he has been eating rabbit again, they always seem to give him flatulence.


Quiet in the country?
Not a chance................