Saturday, 30 April 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
First light revealed the extent of the casualties amongst the poultry and for once we got off lightly. Most of the birds were saved by the fact that the poultry house door had blown shut meaning that they were hanging about outside waiting for their perches. When foxy came along they were able to scatter rather than be a captive audience at their own executions. The geese all survived by hiding in the stables, runner ducks live up to their name but clearly one was not fast enough. Two missing cockerels came down from the trees and other birds appeared as if by magic for breakfast. In total foxy killed three and took two, which is why she, and it is likely to be a vixen feeding cubs, why she was nearly caught by yours truly and Mr Beretta. Tomorrow night an ambush is planned. Foxy has to go.We just cannot afford to feed it. The pic above is not of mutant butterflies but shows where foxy lives and where our birds are housed.Too close for comfort!
Pic above is more work in progress, the veg garden is finally getting back in shape!
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
It was a combination of things, joking with a neighbour about foxes, any trouble with foxes the innocent enquiry, trouble!! I listed their crimes against poultry adding the obligatory oh you never have your gun when you see them type banter, the its about time the vixens came out with their cubs the knowledgeable reply. Maybe the fact that the dogs are confined to barracks tonight as we have a VIP guest Berner, Elsa, to visit Rocky the love machine, so no distractions please! Or my working late so not turning on the anti aircraft lights and being 30 or so minutes later than usual doing my final perimeter security check shutting the poultry away.
Whatever it was we were like William in the above pic, caught napping. Signs that all was Pete Tong began with two runner ducks passing me, still running, the poultry house door was shut, not good if you want the birds to go to bed. The realisation that all the birds are missing and you are knee deep in feathers and the evil red glow of the predators eyes caught in the torchlight. Fast as a fat bloke can run in unlaced boots the armoury was unlocked, with Mr Beretta locked and loaded we go back out. The red pin pricks of light a little further away but oozing confidence that come what may it is going to survive this encounter, unlike the bird it was dragging away. I got within killing range but hands full of ten trillion candle power torch and shotgun would have meant a clumsy shot, and with my capacity for self harm that is not a good scenario. So rather than alert the fox to the new firepower I restrained myself and ignored the pull the trigger to see what happens voices and left foxy to it. Foxy now associates torch light with loud unhealthy wheezing sounds so wont be worried and should it stray into the field of illumination when I am better prepared I am hoping the last thing to pass through its mind is several hundred high velocity metal pellets.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Monday, 25 April 2011
The herb garden is finished. And planted with a nice selection of kitchen essentials, rosemary, thyme, oregano, chives, basil and coriander to name a few. The gates are not hung, a mistake on my part, rare that they are, meant that the "paint" was not very effective, the white paint had about as much capacity to turn the wood white as a coating of milk. A new less transparent paint will be purchased tomorrow.
The battle to keep the herb garden goat free has already started, which was why I could be found face down in a nettle patch by the pig pen, having taken the chase goat while waving a stick at it in a threatening manner and in doing so fail to see shiny blue water pipe waiting to trip you option over the far simpler load gun and create curry ingredients option. After limping back to the cottage for an ice pack it did nothing to ease my sense of humour failure to see that said goat saw this as an opportunity to resume its foray into the garden.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Going early doors also means the Berners don't suffer heatstroke, it has been another scorching hot day, not quite sure how accurate the headlines are claiming its the hottest Easter for 100 years, but it on the warm side here at HQ.
Friday, 22 April 2011
The critters were fed and watered, the usual threats of violence from the sheep mafioso meant they were fed first, and twice, once intentionally, the other the proceeds of a mugging.
While everything is growing and greenery is appearing everywhere, albeit slowly due to the drought (Oak bank is like a desert!) attention was drawn to this tree, a large ash at the back of the stables. For some reason it appears to be resisting the urge to bud and produce verdant hues, in fact it seems devoid of life other than fat crows who sit in it and advertise the fact that they have robbed us of more animal feed. A close eye will have to be kept on this, the tree and the crows. Both could turn out to be a menace.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
The pic above shows WooZah looking toward Fiveways Crossing whereas Montana is stood next to a new addition to the landscape. The stone cairn must have taken some constructing, and its covering a couple of plastic bags, a sandwich wrapper and two 2 litre empty pop bottles. Presumably whoever it was that left this mess carried the contents of the packaging up the hill for a picnic, but felt incapable of carrying the lighter empties back. The energy expended trying to bury the offending articles must have been more than carrying it away to be disposed of.
Or perhaps they thought it was a time capsule, in a thousand years a keen amateur archaeologist will uncover the secrets of their prawn wholemeal and thousand island dressing, or maybe its an offering to the small gods of Bonsai Mountain, or a signal to a alien race who scour the universe for discarded packaging, or maybe they were just lazy gits who deserve a kick in the farmers. (Somewhere that gives them two little acres)
Monday, 18 April 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Saturday, 16 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
They belong to friends of virtual friends of Rock HQ who run a blog, linked in the margin. Theirs is a parallel universe to ours, and its been great swapping tales and pics. You might see that they haven't updated it for a while, this is because one of them is training to be a vet!
Hetty got bored today and jumped the fence into the garden causing mayhem and giving me another man test. Its been an exciting day here on the Bonsai Mountain without having to avoid close encounters with deranged cows. For some reason the police were watching the hills from a police chopper, it circled the hill, went along the ridge, back to hovering around Rock HQ and this continued for around an hour. Unfortunately they did this while I was in town being Agnesed (the tiny osteopath with super powers) having my spine put back in some sort of functional order, so I was unaware of the flying pigs over Rock HQ. I only found out when I texted not Steve to thank him for the bagels and order some more. Not Steve assured me that more bagels would be sent over, by the way why was a police helicopter trying to use the heli pad at Rock HQ. With this curious event in mind I took the Berners for a stroll wondering why so much time and resources had been invested by the boys in blue over our smallholding. Probably nothing to do with the young man halfway up a tree using a mobile phone in the small copse on our perimeter.