Best if You Stand Downwind

I’m not usually much of a drinker given that A) I’m rather a fatty and don’t need the calories and B) I get pissed on fresh air, but I have just sat down with a half-pint of cocktail. There are several reasons for this.
1. Killing the pain in my back. It has been roaring at me for [...]

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I appear to have gone on about my hens an awful lot lately, and in the interests of parity I feel I should introduce the remaining trio of the Hairy Farmer family.

Maddie is John’s Collie dog, and our resident neurotic. A tough, affectionate dog, with a low tolerance to interference (grooming, ear inspection, bump & scratch examination) and terror [...]

Never Picnic on Yellow Lawn

There is still grave peril threatening my poultry. I glanced out of the office window this afternoon to see a dog fox on the grassy bank about 20 tiny feet from my lovely Brahma hens. And the reason I immediately recognised it for a dog fox and not a vixen?

The bugger was pissing up my shrub.
The audacity of [...]

Pssst! Looking for a quick one?!

Ooooo, there’s a comment riot out there! My new little blog has never been so busy. I’m a lazy lurker generally, so this is all very good for me.
Am currently part-way through decorating Hubby’s birthday cake. He has rightly remarked that this is not his birthday cake; it is a practice run for Harry’s birthday cake. He [...]

Some days: Pigeon. Today? Statue.

NaComLeavMo: More Conversation Than You Can Shake a Stick at
I have pummelled my keyboard for 2 hours. I have immersed myself in WordPress FAQ and Forums. And still, STILL, I can’t get a single bloody image that isn’t Flickr into my sidebar. In a post? No problemo. Look at Mel’s lovely orange drawing, nestling comfortably exactly where I [...]

Sunshine

I have acquired an impressive new cockerel to squire Mrs Brahma, who was left mooching most disconsolately alone following the foxes’ dinner reservation.

Colonel Mustard II made a dive towards Mrs B the moment he set eyes on her, then stalked off majestically to survey his new terrain. Mrs B was pretty startled by his sudden appearance; she certainly wasn’t expecting the good [...]

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Collective Noun: An Inferno

We saw the mysterious return of Harry’s 39 degree temperature yesterday evening (I’m going to write a really stern note to someone about this) followed by a Restless, Sleepless and Comfortable night respectively (Harry, Ann, John, in order).  This morning Harry seemed sufficiently himself to frisk merrily amongst his toys, enjoying in particular a boisterous game of Ride the [...]

Baby Song

Saw with much joy this morning that Flotsam baby Simone is finally home and busy making life… well, busy, for all around her. Which is all very right and proper! Thom Gunn’s poem has kept popping into my head all morning, as the last verse resonated so much with me when Harry was also a tiny newborn. Or at least, a [...]

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