Monday, 20 November 2006

mud wrestling for chickens

Picture, if you will, a relatively plump, wellington-boot clad blogger wearing her 'good' trousers because she is about to go to her adoption meeting but still about to fill up her chicken's feed and water and ensure their comfort before her overnight trip.

See her there - radiating enthusiasm, get-up-and-go and organisational abilities!

Look! In her hand is the list of tasks she has to accomplish this morning before her husband comes back from his jaunt to Welshpool to be fingerprinted for said adoption procedure and they can leave for the Bright Lights of The Wirral (tm).

See how organised she is!

Now.

Look at the garden.

See the VERY liquid mixture of mud and chicken shit that appears to be surrounding the greenhouse and both chicken houses due to the torrential rain the night before.

See the cockerel in the wrong house, that needs to be moved to the other house, where he won't get pecked to death while This Caring Blogger is away.

See the happy chickens, eating their lovingly prepared food and drinking their lovingly tended water!

See the escaping cockerel!

See! There he goes! Legging it up the garden like an extra from Jurassic Park, his enormous feet and incredibly powerful legs (that will fatten nicely for the table) powering him away!

See the blogger leap! See her lightening reactions, dropping her feed bucket, her watering can of water and her Organisational List and pelting in hot pursuit!

See the mud! See the slidiness!

Appreciate the comedy value of her legs running underneath her, showering mud and chicken shit everywhere, but not actually moving her forward!

Revel in the inevitable sliding of her feet from under her, the humour in her expression and her creative swearing as she realised what is happening.

See the mixture of mud and chicken shit on her new Next trousers (from eBay!) and her smart jumper and her list and her thermal vest!

I caught him though. And now I feel dreadful as he really needed to go in to Death Row with the other cockerels and he's really upset, because he's in love with one of the hens - hence they sneak away together each night to roost in the bantam house instead of with the main flock.

Got to go, washing up to do, mud to wipe off and overnight bag to pack.

12 comments:

  1. See me laugh! Oh deary me, well done if catching it. Do you change your clothes or go into the adoption meeting muddy - to further emphasise that you live on a farm?

    Hope it all goes well :)

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  2. See me laugh! Oh deary me, well done if catching it. Do you change your clothes or go into the adoption meeting muddy - to further emphasise that you live on a farm?

    Hope it all goes well :)

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  3. Wish I could have been there to hear the creative swearing and show you the manful attempt I made not to laugh out loud.

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  4. that was a great almost-photo-post!

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  5. Ahhhh. Life with chickens. Thanks for sharing.

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  6. creased me up. pity you didn't have it on video

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  7. creased me up. pity you didn't have it on video

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  8. Oh my, could see every second. Oh my...

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  9. I saw it Ally :-) LOL You write beautifully hon

    Hey I'm back by the way. Couldn't keep away. Missed everybody too much.

    Jo

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  10. I saw it Ally :-) LOL You write beautifully hon

    Hey I'm back by the way. Couldn't keep away. Missed everybody too much.

    Jo

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  11. Some day, in between chicken-chasing, wine-making, crew-scheduling, crew un-scheduling, conservatory-building, ebay-buying-and-selling, and meetings, you simply must compile some of your posts into a book.

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