Got a haircut today. And it’s raining.
Pic unrelated. That’s from somebody’s Pinterest page of Poland hens.
Go on, click. Nothing’s as cheer-you-up as a whole page of chickens with afros.
We needed the rain. We haven’t had a proper soaking literally for months. That may seem improbable, given England’s reputation for raining all the damn time, but we do get periods of draught.
When that happens, the irrigation ditches run low and the foxes and badgers(!) use them as super highways. Our neighbor across the way shot a fox with his (the neighbor’s) big Buff Orpington cockerel in his (the fox’s) mouth. Given that shotguns are all they’re allowed here, I didn’t like to ask after the rooster.
One of these days, I’m going to open a Twitter trolling account in the name Buff Orpington.
Oh, and I found the identity of Jack’s nemesis, the big ginger-and-white cat who’s been beating him up and stealing his lunch money. He’s a feral unfixed male who was deliberately introduced to the farm two farms over as a rat catcher. I wonder if they’d notice if his balls turned up missing…?
May 18, 2017 — 7:42 pm
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