Its been a few days since I have sat down to share my day with you, I'm sorry, life has been pretty hectic ( I ask myself when was it ever not busy ???) Yesterday was my birthday, I have decided that one day I need to grow up but I'm not going to rush it.....another birthday just gives me a chance to reflect on earlier birthdays and to think of the special people who have shared the years with me. Special loving thoughts go out to my dear Cowboy, thank you Greg for being in my life , thank you also to my boys and my family and friends over in England and over here.... Sounds like I just won a grammy ...smile.I have been stung by a wasp, there I was, reverently taking down the flags, minding my own business, nowhere near a nest and I was zapped ! A wasp sting is more than a little inconvenient to me as I seem to have a bad reaction, yesterday sting was no different and my neck has swollen up like the hunchback of Notra Dame.It itches and burns...war has been declared on the little varmits !! Yesterday was hardly a leasurely day..Greg had an appointment to see the specialist for his back surgery. We had to be down at the barn before daylight....can't do barn before my second cup of tea !! Sitting in the doctors waiting room, all was quiet( except for Greg snoring) when my phone rang, you know how it is,...all eyes accusingly turn to see the source of the disruption through the silence, I fumbled to find the offending noise which appeared to have buried itself deep in my purse (handbag) never to be seen again. The ringtone almost seemed to get louder as everybody stared (except for Greg who was still asleep !) I opened it and instantaneous " Happy Birthday to you.." my 2 beautiful little Scottish grandaughters happily singing to me.....smiles on all the accusing faces, I had a reprieve. Thank you girls. Back to the barn and a lovely smiling little Guatamalan man ( they all seem to be little..wonder if that is the way they are or if its just the ones we meet?) wanted our roosters.We had a lot of roosters and consequently a lot of "roostering", rape and pillage was causing problems with reluctant hens hiding in the nest boxes 2 or three deep. Life was good for the roosters... roosters don't want to leave, Mr Guatamala doesn't seem concerned that lots of rain and lots of chickens add up to a lot of slippy smelly chicken poo. Greg (as usual confident ...me as usual less than pessermistic just KNEW it was all going to be NASTY !!!! I came up with a bright idea, more by Divine guidance than good thought process and the birds started to move in the right direction, all was going well, then it all went south for me, big time!! I went to climb the barricade, leg went up and I went down, right on my bottom,it got worse ...flat on my back ...in the chicken poo !! Not a good moment, I didn't feel good and I didn't SMELL good..even the chickens seemed to be shying away from me. I spent the next hour wafting smelly eau de poo while we captured the offending roosters. Mr Guatamala continued to smile, he didn't seem to notice, I swear Greg kept the other side of the hen house Bran took one sniff and disowned me, it was a " do I need to change careers moment" but we managed to transplant 10 very unhappy birds into Mr Guatamals' Truck where 10 sets of accusing beady rooster eyes glared at me. Peace now restored to the shack ! Oh dear, time to go, its nearly clocking on time down at the barn, Take care everyone. M
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