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Goose!

geese

These guys were behind a farm shop we visited today. There’s something…I dunno. Surreal about this picture. Maybe because they’re all looking in different directions. I can imagine some kind of dialogue of the absurd going on here. With geese!

The weather in our little corner of the realm has been gorgeous. Relentlessly, mercilessly, unflinchingly gorgeous. Since about the second week in February, it’s been sunny and in the fifties every damn day. It’s rained maybe twice. Uncle B is going nuts watering stuff in the garden.

Everybody says they don’t remember a Spring like it, ever.

This is not the English weather I signed on for.

I’m telling you, folks, all this frolicking in the sunshine is wearing me the hell out.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: April 23, 2009, 7:59 pm

Actually, the best bit was watching the geese eyeing the weasel…

I kept thinking, ‘Any minute now, one of them’s going to make a charge at her.’

It may not be much, but it helps a badger through the day until drinking time.

 


Comment from Phineas
Time: April 23, 2009, 8:04 pm

Did you smuggle some New England weather in for Olde England?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 23, 2009, 8:13 pm

They did make charges at me. More than once. You were on the phone a looong time, Uncle B.

Really, I’m disappointed. He said he was going to comment “I have nothing to post, so here’s a picture of some geese” — which is as true as true can be.

 


Comment from scubafreak
Time: April 23, 2009, 10:39 pm

It’s even more fun when they waddle up, grab your pants and start beating you with their wings…..

Can you say ROTISERIE?

 


Comment from JuliaM
Time: April 24, 2009, 1:39 am

There’s a bank holiday coming up (two, in fact). It’s bound to rain then..!

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 24, 2009, 4:47 am

It’s going to rain over the weekend. Finally. One of my two water butts is half full. Half full. I was getting skittish about that.

The weather has been very nice, but it’s given the garden a good kicking.

Ah goosies. I love those honking bastards, I really do. I admire the way they chase toddlers (who’ve waddled up with a bag of broken up bread) around with an ‘I’m on a mission from God and I won’t stop until you’re dead’ zealous determination.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 24, 2009, 6:56 am

Yeah, they keep predicting rain, and it keeps being gorgeous instead :(

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 24, 2009, 7:31 am

Well it’s not gorgeous today. At least not up here in God’s Own County. It’s overcast and looks like it should either be raining or thundering. Hopefully it’ll do both soon.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 24, 2009, 7:49 am

Actually, I spoke too soon. It’s brightening up again now. Damn this infernal weather. What happened to April Showers?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 24, 2009, 8:41 am

It’s killing me, man. I can’t take the pace. We’re about to drive up the coast in the blazing sun to our favorite chish and fips bar.

Can’t stay in.

Dammit.

 


Comment from Gnus
Time: April 24, 2009, 9:55 am

Fortunately, I am an adult (and how) and therefore unlikely to make fun of our british brethren’s use of the king’s english…

*Snicker*

Watch out, Sweasel, you’ll sunburn your water butt.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 24, 2009, 2:49 pm

Yes it is rather peculiar they’re known as butts. I wonder if it’s got something to do with the word abutment, which apparently, is a civil engineering term associated with the transportation of water.

Most folks only have one butt, but I have two butts. They’re both green and very big indeed. One is bigger than the other. They have little taps at their lower extremities where you can drain the fluid from them. And in the winter, by golly, they freeze. Oh, how I love my big, green, cylindrical, water-filled butts so. And that’s all I have to say about butts.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 24, 2009, 3:38 pm

We don’t have a butt yet. We’ve walked around the house together talking about where our butt should go, but we can’t decide. You can’t just put your butt ANYwhere, you know. Particularly when you have to share one.

I probably shouldn’t mention Uncle B’s Weather Testicle.

 


Comment from Lokki
Time: April 24, 2009, 7:07 pm

For Americans unfamilar with these units of liquid measure, I’ll chime in that a Hogshead is half a Butt, which is, in turn, half a Tun.

Thus, if you were to say:

“Her Butt looks like it weighs half a Tun”

you would be exactly correct.

I hope this clarifies matters.

 


Comment from Andrea Harris
Time: April 24, 2009, 7:12 pm

Here in Florida the high was 88 today. And there was the usual sun and stuff.

What?

 

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