Good news

I was pleased with yesterday's snapshot post

Farting through windows, egg throwing teens and Flower Show news

It's all go here in the village

Today's post is even better

" take aim........finger on the trigger....and FIRE!"

It's amazing just what some judicious antibiotics 

Half a can of kitikat

and a good night's sleep can do to an old turkey

Bingley's Back!

Village News

• Other things other than turkey traumas happen in Trelawnyd you know......here are a few little moments from today
• I stopped at the house of affable despot Jason this morning. Egg production is on hold for some obscure reason and I wanted to leave a message telling him so..seeing that Monday is egg delivery day. Claire ( Mrs Affable Despot) was home and a little bizarrely showed me their dining room window which had been heavily covered with dried on smashed egg two nights previously!  One of the culprits was a local teen from around the corner and Claire was waiting for the boy's parents to frog march the little sod to clean off his handiwork. So far there was a no show, despite Claire's insistence that the boy does his duty....a sad indictment of parent power!.....having said this Claire is not a lady to be crossed so, I expect the eggy window will be cleaned pretty soon.
• As I walked down Bron Haul Mrs D called a hello from her front garden. " I believe you are getting married fairly soon" she called out....then preceded to tell me all about her grandson's male partner...who is a " lovely Boy" .She told me that she is going to enter her outside tubs in next year's Flower Show!
• Auntie Glad was in the middle of hoovering her front room ( the living room that is only kept for best), when I called round. I wanted to check with her if it is still ok for the Flower Show Committee to meet in her kitchen  over the next year. I knew it would be, but I felt I needed to ask given the fact she is becoming increasingly frail over the last year ......she agreed that our next meeting would be on Tuesday the 7th of October  at 7pm. " I'll have some scones ready" she trilled as I left.
• At 5 pm our elderly neighbour came down to the field to see if I could lend him a step ladder..I asked him why he wanted one and he told me he had locked himself out and wanted to climb through his bedroom window........" You're 90! " I shouted ( is if he didn't know) and minutes later I found myself squeezing my fat arse through a tiny PVC bungalow window whilst farting  with the gusto of the Queen Mary's hooter with the strain of it all. 

The cottages of Bonc Terrace just down from Gladys' House 

This afternoon

A Face To The Wall

When animals refuse their favourite tidbit, you know that they are ill.
When turkeys refuse their favourite tidbit, they are seriously ill.
It's an " all or nothing " thing where these strange birds are concerned

Yesterday I noticed that Bingley looked somewhat " droopy" . I offered him some  corn from my hand, but he just slowly turned his head away and the appropriated bowl  of wet cat food from the kitchen window sill,  which normally would have sent him into a mini frenzy of excitement , seemed to illicit the same response.
It wasn't a good sign.

I checked around , but thankfully couldn't see the telltale yellow poo signs of blackhead infection, ( an infection which is invariable fatal to turkeys) so I dug some baytril antibiotic out and gave him a dose  to cover him generally for any other potential infection., and then left him to it.
The rest would be up to Mother Nature.

This morning, he's still not eating and I noticed that he's started to  turn his head to the wall.
Turning a head to the wall is a term I give to animals that are giving up.
I have him another dose of antibiotics and syringed some sugar water into him.
He didn't protest and just watched me carefully with his huge black eyes after I had let him go.

A minute later he turned his head back to the wall, and I reluctantly left him  to sink or swim as the sun warmed away the "nearly frost" of last night's cold snap on the field.

Titivating

Ok, it's not quite on a par with Lady Cora's antique China breakfast tray, but this ( or variations of it) is what the Dowager Countess Chris is presented with for breakfast on weekends.
( try not to notice the small chip on the old habitat jug...but at least I did made the jam)
Anyhow with Christmas rearing it's ugly head....I am in the process of searching for an antique breakfast tray to give Chris.....I draw the line at a tray that has one of those newspaper racks built in to it.....(that's bordering on the institutionalised disabled) but I am sure I can find one that looks the part.

You can tell we are in the final semester of the year. Downton and Strictly have returned to tv, egg production has started to fall off somewhat and the cottage is filling up with big fat bastard hairy house spiders .
Now I must go.......I have to press Chris' silk pyjamas ...a lunch menu needs sorting.......and there are pots to side in the scullery

Cleanliness is next to Godliness

A normal morning at Bwthyn -y-llan........

I was caught washing a very sloppy and stubborn Clingon 

from Meg's arse over the garden wall using a dish cloth and the kitchen washing up bowl

Food For Thought

I went to work tonight and uncharacteristically it was quiet.

I changed my shift to cover another shortfall next month

So I am back home and wide awake

( thanks to a couple of hours sleep this afternoon)
This video is inspired ( in part) by Libby's comment on the last post
Enjoy

Erotic or Kinky?

Today I am trying to catch the young cockerel who arrived only a few weeks ago

He's got into the habit of roosting in the tree in the corner of the churchyard

( next to the light in the lane)

Subsequently He has been crowing rather too loudly from 4 am onwards

So far the neighbours have been kind....but I am sure he'll wear them down eventually

I am working this evening so I shall leave you with a stolen quote

one of my egg customers repeated to me yesterday

It amused me greatly.

As I handed over the eggs through his car window, he asked rather

dryly

" what's the difference between erotic and kinky?"

His question stumped me just a little as the chap is a grandfather of four who is not generally known for more " colourful " conversation.

" you're asking me?" I replied in my best Jewish voice, not quite knowing what to  say

He motioned me to come closer and dropped his voice

" Erotic........is when you obtain sexual satisfaction from using a feather!"

I nodded, wondering just what was coming next

" kinky.........." He looked around slowly" ......is when you use the whole chicken"