It has indeed been an extremely soggy November so far. We have to nimbly hop and spring o'er puddles and yuk as we make our way to the safe haven of a dry loose box. There we climb upon a straw bale or one of Dad's home made perches and shake ourselves dry. The long shed is best avoided, we have come to quickly realise, as there are holes in the roof. Multiple holes in the roof.
The young cockerels and pullets of 2014 are progressing well at Wattlebury College. They are learning the arts of Wormery, Scratchamatics, Cockadoostry and Nestics. We are very proud of them as they set off each day along the path to college, their feathers gleaming in the pale morning light. Past the spindleberry, past the holly bush and into the distance. Yes they are a fine bunch.
Sylvia and I can then take a breather and potter around in relative peace. There are the daily chores to see to of course. I like to tidy up whilst Sylvia prepares the evening meal. The day goes all too soon and before we know it the rest of the family are home and the yard is once again alive with banter, dallying and jest. Gordon x
The young cockerels and pullets of 2014 are progressing well at Wattlebury College. They are learning the arts of Wormery, Scratchamatics, Cockadoostry and Nestics. We are very proud of them as they set off each day along the path to college, their feathers gleaming in the pale morning light. Past the spindleberry, past the holly bush and into the distance. Yes they are a fine bunch.
Sylvia and I can then take a breather and potter around in relative peace. There are the daily chores to see to of course. I like to tidy up whilst Sylvia prepares the evening meal. The day goes all too soon and before we know it the rest of the family are home and the yard is once again alive with banter, dallying and jest. Gordon x
 the path to Wattlebury College |  the Spindleberry tree |