High Profile

I am acting just like one of those community police chappies today, in so much as I have "upped" my public visibility by some 90% and now can be seen lurking on all four corners of the field like some pervert around a 1970s BBC TV studio.

If the fox returns it may well be today or tomorrow, so with the dogs stationed on one side of the field and me and  my trusty radio on the other...We have the place covered.

Mandy's mother from next door has stationed herself on their verandah as lookout, but at nearly 89 I think her heart cannot quite take the strain as several times I am sure she has mistaken William's red- brown coat for the pelt of a fox.

Thank goodness she doesn't have a gun.

However, in true Mexican dirt poor villager style, I have looked into the possibility of hiring some guns so to speak......lets hope Steve Mc Queen turns up in his denims.....

It's hot today, and I am wearing my unflattering sun hat as I catch up with " paperwork" on the grass, in between painting and repairing coops

I have a newsletter to write on behalf of the community council and after church this afternoon I want to photograph the vicar with Bingley.... I will post it later if I get the chance.....

Anyhow back to fox watch....apologies if I have not caught up with blog reading and replies.... My priorities are somewhat poultry based at the mo

A Nothing Much Happened Day

It's a nothing much happened day

So far it is.

The field has been strimmed of all of its ground cover

And a portable radio has been positioned next to the old pig house

Welsh talk radio is the channel of choice

Foxes don't like human voices.

Auntie Gladys is her summer dress has tied a bag of scones to the front door

And my neighbours bought me a flowering houseplant from the garden centre as a gift

They said I looked a bit glum.

Meirion Ellis buzzed the lane in his new electric buggy

"It can do 8 miles an hour!" He announced proudly then added

" I've already gone to Llanasa and back on it" 

I tell him that's faster than the old berlingo

It's warm and sunny and the dogs, on sentry duty,

get head rubbed by Albert as they try and fall asleep.

We have lunch outside with a tablecloth!

After which gentleman farmer Ralph stops by with some useful advice

I do some shopping for Trevor who is still a bit shaky after is recent knee replacement

He has a thing for custard tarts

 I have got sunburned

yes it's a nothing much happened day today

Shit

I had just left the field with the dogs after working a morning shift on iTu.........literally just 2 minutes later my neighbour's mum saw a vixen leap the barb wire fence right in front of traffic on the lane.

At 89, she galloped to the gate to try to help

But the silkie hen, Duster, Bogbrush's brother, one of the crackhead whores, buster the cockerel , a warren and little Eric were killed within seconds.

The little cockerels had obviously tried to protect the main flock of 50 hens

This is the first total field attack I have had in daytime in 6 years and I am mega upset and pissed off

No lectures or platitudes

...............Please!

I couldn't stomach either

The Vicar and the Turkey

Auntie Glad is at the centre table with the other village notable grey hairs

Yesterday there was a "Spring Lunch" on at the Memorial Hall in aid of the church. I went and had a very passable ham salad, a heavenly apple pie with cream and some chit chat with Some of the village elders.

The vicar was there, so I was a bit naughty and asked him publicly if he would pose for a publicity shot for my Open Day later in the year. He knows me, so was slightly dubious, but finally he did agree to have a " head and shoulders shot" alongside Bingley, the turkey.

The vicar will be judging the " name the turkey" competition on September the 1st.....ie he will pick the best name out of all of the entries and the winner will get themselves a jolly nice food hamper....

Now I do admit there there are a few holes in this plan

Number one flaw is the fact that the turkey in question already HAS a name

And number two, is the fact that the vicar absolutely detests birds in general....

However, for charity I am happy to rename Bingley ( as long as we get enough punters) and in the spirit of open day support,the vicar is happy at having a " love in- vicar cuddling the turkey" photo taken for the local paper.......

Well, it's better than kissing babies...........

Video Ducklings

You will need to read the previous post before watching the video

Suffice to say

" I rest my case"
Ps forgive the groans at the beginning... I had to squeeze my fat  arse into the crate

Innate Behaviour

Yesterday the news was full of all of what is awful in this world. The natural disaster in Oklahoma, the horrific machete attack of the unarmed soldier on a London Street,more Middle East murders and maiming, it never seems to end.
Yet, amid the dreadful carnage, tiny glimpses of humanity flicker hopefully out of the darkness.
On radio 4, I listened with tears in my eyes the moment when an ordinary Oklahoma man saved two small girls from a devastated school. His desperate and gentle voice was almost breaking when one of the little girls politely cried out " thank you so much" as he lifted her free of the rubble.
A stranger helping a stranger.
When that poor young soldier lay dying on a city street after yesterday's " terrorist" attack, several women risked their lives to try and help. One woman, it was reported, asked if she could sit next to the horribly injured victim, so "someone" was at least with him at the end, while another woman was photographed bravey trying to reason with the two attackers.
That sort of behaviour is innate. It is almost unexplainable ....it just happens.
Let us not forget this fact.
All of us, I am sure, have been touched by the kindness of a stranger at least once in our lives.
I know I have.
I would not be here, if a complete stranger had not saved me from drowning in an over crowded Loret del Mar swimming pool in 1970.

It would be nice, on this rather bleak day, to hear them....

Ps I will post a duckling video later.... Ducklings are a panacea to all of the ills of the world

Flaming June?

The photographic record of the aftermath of the Oklahoma tornado is sobering and thought provoking. From a green and overly damp North Wales, I am thankful for a climate that for the most part only provides a minor irritation to everyday life , when the wind blows and the rain falls.

We are now heading towards June, and there is a risk from frost later in this week. The seedlings and the early veg in bosoms could well be affected, as could the chicks that are about to hatch under the broody gals in their nest boxes..... 

But perhaps this one time , I won't bellyache about it

The British Climate?

We are the lucky ones

Ducklings and garlic flavoured dog farts

The ducklings of hysterical runner ducks exhibit the typical panicky traits of their mothers almost as soon as they are born. Immediately as the shed door is opened the two older and more robust babies leg it to the farthest point of their run screaming loudly for help. This in turn brings the dogs galloping out of the house in the hopeful prospect of duckling eating...thus the pattern of behaviour we will have to get used to until the youngsters can be transferred to their proper run on the field, is set hard and fast

Screaming ducklings and over excited dogs.

That's the way it's going to be

A third and final duckling has just hatched late in the incubator on the kitchen top , resulting in some sustained dog jumping and hyperventilation at its constant " peep,peep......peeping"...... The whole kitchen now  smells strangely  of garlic..... As the terriers of Trelawnyd fart merrily away in their excitements ......my fault me think......I treated them all to some cheap garlic sausage when I bought my scotch eggs for tea.....

We all ate our treats in the supermarket car park before coming home

Screaming duckings , garlic farting hysterical dogs ....a slightly surreal night to be sure