Christmas and Thanksgiving are very handsome turkeys. Much of their day is occupied promenading in full ceremonial dress, big white tails fanned, wings open and trailing on the ground and every white feather of their impressive torso is fluffed out for maximum effect .An overload of testosterone is causing poor Mrs. New Year some amount of physical and lots of mental angst. The only hen turkey in the pen, the embattled bird is just looking for the way out !! Sadly, (since Thanksgiving isn’t far distant) practice time is running out and despite all the real time effort the two chunky toms employ attempting to get “it” right, poor Mrs. Turkey is still suffering physical abuse due to their inexperience and I guess it has to be said… obesity. Face turned purple with frustration and his snood dangling wildly Mr. Christmas has sat on her face, wobbled ungraciously sideways on over her back and frantically tried to get under her. Each foiled attempt has been closely observed by Mr. Thanksgiving who, standing too close for comfort should his love rival topple from his ever increasingly precarious positions. Occasionally Mrs Christmas makes a break for air and emerges from under her lusty Tom’s tail only to be sat on again, upside down side or upside down. Poor turkey, …maybe for at least one over loved hen, thanksgiving can’t come too soon !
Doris the Destroyer is back and once again, poor Bran’s inadequacies have been highlighted. There we were, all booted up and fired up ready for another day at the barn and there she was large as life and clearly eating VERY well on the smorgasbord that is my hard earned garden. Eyes left…we all turn to look at the dastardly black tail doe deer…..who, through her doey (Ohhhh, bad !!) dark eyes, looked right back at us…and didn’t move. We shouted, she stood some more,…send in the big guns…”GO bran”…uh….”Bran see her off”…..”BRAN ..go chase the **** deer !!”. Bran, possibly offended by the verbal abuse jumped from the truck….”Duuuu…chase what ????”. Insult to injury for the embattled pooch, Jeff our intrepid WOOFER chased after the deer….and Bran, happy again, just chased Jeff !! Who’d be a dog ??
Timed out and SO much more to tell !!
Take care, keep safe, M
Doris the Destroyer is back and once again, poor Bran’s inadequacies have been highlighted. There we were, all booted up and fired up ready for another day at the barn and there she was large as life and clearly eating VERY well on the smorgasbord that is my hard earned garden. Eyes left…we all turn to look at the dastardly black tail doe deer…..who, through her doey (Ohhhh, bad !!) dark eyes, looked right back at us…and didn’t move. We shouted, she stood some more,…send in the big guns…”GO bran”…uh….”Bran see her off”…..”BRAN ..go chase the **** deer !!”. Bran, possibly offended by the verbal abuse jumped from the truck….”Duuuu…chase what ????”. Insult to injury for the embattled pooch, Jeff our intrepid WOOFER chased after the deer….and Bran, happy again, just chased Jeff !! Who’d be a dog ??
Timed out and SO much more to tell !!
Take care, keep safe, M
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