Take cover!

Tristan ensured that any thought of a lie in was a stupid one so since the first bird yawned and thought about starting the dawn chorus yours truly has been engaged in a number of activities, most of which revolved around feeding trainee smallholder, feeding all the critters, changing lethally smelling nappies from small human (how can one so cute produce such deadly packages) cleaning out the critters (Hetty got top prize for pooing in her water trough meaning 100 gallons of water had to be emptied so heavy metal trough could be tipped over and washed out) bathing boy wonder, it crossed my mind to pressure wash the ponies but the threat of a kicking from the cobs changed it rapidly, and eating.

Spring has reminded the useless poultry that actually they should contribute for the bed and board which is why I had such a healthy breakfast. The large yolk is the goose egg, below that the dark yellow is a runner duck egg and the other two are Buff Orpington. These went very well with our own sausages, a few packs remain in the only freezer that remained operative after last weekends disaster.

The plan for the day was to go out into the great wide world and spread the word over our triumph in Court, and show off Tristan. We left Rock HQ in Vic, which has to be the most well equipped Volvo ever. Actually the chainsaw has nothing to do with childcare so was taken back to the workshop where they were asked to fix it properly this time. After a quick visit to see the Stable Sprites kingdom to order some fresh pork we headed off to the country supermarket that makes Marks and Spencer's look like Lidls.
Oakchurch is where seriously rich go and shop, the rest of us go and look at the honeyed quails eggs, the caviar coated unicorns whiskers and chocolate coated fairies tears and marvel at how the other half live. It was then an opportunity to push Tristan around in his pram while buying some spring greens from the reduced shelf for Roxy and perhaps get inspiration for mothers day gifts.
Tristan had other ideas and from the moment we crossed the threshold of the cathedral to consumerism he made a sound like a crippled car alarm and refused to be consoled by well meaning old ladies who oooed and aaahhed over the noise. The leisurely stroll around the store became a 30 second sprint for the tills and as if by magic once we had paid a weeks wage for a manky savoy cabbage and wheeled the noisome sprog into the car park he settled and fell silent. Not daring a repeat performance we left before the police arrived.

Roxy is recovering and appreciated the savoy, I did explain that given the cost I might have just stuffed ten pound notes into her gob but irony and sarcasm is wasted on a poorly Ryeland. The afternoon was spent exploring uncharted regions of the Bonsai Mountain and we found even more fox developments in the green belt area. A large adult fox scarpered as it saw us round the corner, it might have been the one who took another of our geese the other day. Plans are afoot to deal with this menace.