The hens too have been reluctant to come out of their coops, so I have had to put food and water out into each of the 15 houses to keep them all going.
The American Bourbon turkeys are moulting, so have no reserves to fight the wet snow. I have locked them safely up in their shed.
St Michaels this morning |
The Lane outside the cottage well after dawn |
The Young runners having a major panic attack in the snow |
Boris before I put him back into his house |
Now anyone that really knows me, will testify to the fact that I seldom get melancholy.
But....last night, when I was soaking the chicken poo out of my pours I had a brief yet heartfelt tip toe into the realisation that I am two years off fifty!
My father was 48 in 1973!....(it was one of those absent thoughts that come into your head when your mind wanders)
It's not an interesting fact....but to me...soaking in the tub.....it proved to be somewhat terrifying!
I then had a gallop around some facts and figures
We have been on Wales over five years now
I have been a nurse for 27 years
In twelve years time I will be sixty
Twelve years ago , it was 1998
...and I remember everything in 1998 as though it was yesterday
In 2022 I will remember everything now as it was yesterday.........and I will then officially be.....an old man!
My dad died when he was 65!
Does anyone else do this age realization thing?
I don't feel 48. I dont feel middle aged (well except when I farted when leaning over a supermarket freezer) But middle aged I am....and it is a little scary to realise that most of my life on this planet has already been experienced...........done and dusted!
Looking at Constance, curled up tight with George in her new bed , I realise that sometimes it must be easier being a dog......