Give Us A Break!

It's been a manic two days - it would have been quieter and easier to be at work!

Yesterday I had a hospital appointment about my shoulder injury (when I had an argument with a pavement last October - the physio hasn't worked). The doctor was late, and the first patient took an age. Meanwhile, I was sitting in an airless corridor on a boiling hot day thinking I would die of thirst.

The doctor gave me two cortisone injections in the shoulder to see if it would sort out my rotator cuff (no luck so far). Then I went to a DIY store to look for "storage ideas" for my chicken supplies. I came home with three heavy-duty plastic containers.

Back home I made a valliant attempt to sort out my patio and make room for the chicken coop. I emptied a few pots (on to the garden, no waste here) but I wanted to actually get rid of as many pots as I could, which meant lumping them into the front garden for people to help themselves to. As they are made of concrete this was not an easy task. Some I just can't lift any more.

Today I woke up at 5am for no good reason, and as I couldn't get back to sleep, I was up soon after 6am. I went to the garden centre to fill up with chicken supplies. Not having enough work to do putting together the coop, I bought a potting bench, with the idea that if I put my new containers on it, I could keep the chicken feed where I can reach it without bending down all the time. I have to kill myself to save a few crouches. Great!

Next it was off to do my weekend shopping and feed the ducks. Lunch was short and sweet in a department store cafe where I am a regular, and so always have a welcome from the staff.

The 10-15 minutes assembly time for the coop was about 2 hours (though to be fair I did have a couple of lengthy phone calls as well - they gave me an excuse for a welcome rest) and the instructions were - er - instructive. For a non-language speaker. ANY language.

There was also a whole chunk missing about putting in the middle section, so the newly tightened screws got untightened a couple of times. I think the ladder was supposed to be fixed under the threshhold, but not being a two-foot contortionist, I couldn't manage that, so the fixings are on top.

Tomorrow it would be nice to relax, but I managed to leave some stuff at the garden centre checkout, so I have to get washed and properly dressed (not my usual slobby Sunday behaviour) and go and collect them. Then I have to clear some more room and erect the potting bench.

Why did I want to get chickens again?

What's in a Face?

Concern


Frustration


Bafflement


Alarm


Secrecy

Fatigue

And let's not forget sexiness in the extreme.

Should have been Graansha tonight, but the folder appears to be empty. It's one of the last episodes I capped, so it really should be there.

His Best Side?

Do we need a poll?

We've had back and front

Now it's time for sideways.






















I'll take him any way.

No Captions Today

Well, why bother when I can offer you this little gem?

Expressions

What an expressive face our lovely man has.

Amused.


Daring.


Thoughtful.


Mocking.


Contemptuous.

Those arms aren't bad either...

What's in a name?

I am already thinking about names for my new girls, even before I've met them.

I have a few favourites: Clara, Rosie, Poppy, Ruby, Lulu are a few of those I've considered. A batch of three that somehow go well together for whatever reason, are memorable, and catchy, escapes me, however.

Any ideas?

This is a contented rescued hen from

the British Hens Welfare Trust

in ecstacy having a dusbath.

Aaaaah!

On The Way

I've done it! I've put my name down for some rescue hens. I've also ordered this combined coop and run, which has much better wire than any other coop I've seen. More protection against the foxes that have decided to choose this time to move back into the area.

The coop will be on my patio, so young Reynard will not be able to dig underneath. It looks huge, but it's only 2'6" wide, 3'6" high, and 5'6" long, including the nest box.

I collect my three girls on Saturday 29th May.

All I have to do now is try to be here to receive my parcel, then put the coop together. (They reckon 10-15 minutes. Right.)

Best Position

You choose:


Squatting?


Perched?


Sitting back-to-front on a chair?


Standing?

Or sitting in a bright red Ferrarri with a silly grin on his face?

Tough one.

Chapter 2

I've just published the latest chapter here:

http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/

Inside Out?

No.

Back


to Front and


Neck


and Neck.