What happens at the end of half term?

Mum turns back into ...

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Visiting relatives

Mum went to visit our cousins yesterday.  They live with Auntie Yanna in her huge garden.  There are ten of them; two Burfords, two Columbines, two White Stars, two Bluebells and two white ones.  They are small.  She took them a cabbids and some werms.  She says that they are very sweet but they peck each other so some of them have purple bottoms where Auntie Yanna puts medicine on.  She says that we are sweeter :)

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Zumbatastic

So Mum didn't do ballet tonight.  Her friend had told her the wrong time and so when they turned up there was the choice of the advanced ballet class (way too difficult) or Zumba (never done before and bouncy).  So she thought 'why not?'  Her legs are now thinking 'why?'  Hopefully the glass of wine will make them feel better.  She says that the class was like camping again.  But enjoyable nonetheless.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Feeling the need for speed

Cantering, to be precise.  This is what Mum was doing today.  Still holding onto the saddle for dear life, but feeling it .... on Narnia, which was a bit of a surprise considering Mum's last encounter with her.  She is still stubborn (that's the horse, not Mum) but did show a bit more movement today.

Now Mum is relaxing with a glass of wine.  Which must mean that it is still half term.  So we are looking forward to some treats tomorrow.

Watch this space.  Mum tells us that she is doing more 'movement' tomorrow in the form of ballet.  This we have found extremely amusing.  And will continue to do so.  As Dad put it, you need to be graceful to do ballet.  Which Mum is not.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

What greeted us this morning

This is what Mum looked like this morning (without the stubble).  Apparently she is what is known as 'ill'.  This is something that happens during the half term break to teachers quite frequently.  She was going to pop into work, but instead she has popped back to bed to recover.  She did eat some of our eggs before she went, so we think that they will make her better soon.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

What the chickens think of the weather

Windy.  So much so that the playhouse moved from the decking onto the patio last night.  Luckily we weren't in it at the time!

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

What is the chickens' favourite sport?

Apart from grape football ...

They do struggle with holding the iron though ...

Do chickens commit corporate crime?

An interesting question.

One could argue that their poop might well cause an environmental issue, but since no-one has suffered as a result, this cannot be constituted as a crime.

Breach of contract could be one that they could be caught out on, however, with regards to egg production.  That said, since they have not actually signed a contract (they can neither read nor write, or verbally agree to anything), they cannot be held to ransom over this one.

I think it would also be quite difficult to prosecute chickens if any wrongdoing on their part was found.  I am pretty sure that they are all part of a union; and this means that they have some protection against prosecution.

You can perhaps tell that this is what my Extreme Sociologists have been studying today.  (Not the chicken bit, just the Corporate Crime bit).  (Although the chickens do tend to creep into my lessons on occasion).   (Not literally you understand). (That would be a bit unhygienic and inappropriate).

New horse, new tricks

Today Mum was riding Shani.  He was lovely with a relaxing gait, and had a tendency to cut corners, but a nice ride.

She also practised her jump position today.  This involved unlocking some more muscles that she didn't realise that she had and doing a lot of balancing.  She looked a bit like this except she isn't a man and the horse was moving.

We wonder if we should rearrange things in the garden so that she could practise her jumps a bit ...

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

A Message for Extreme Sociologists

Dear Extreme Sociologists (you know who you are)

Stop reading this blog.  You are supposed to be doing homework for our Mum.  She needs some stuff to mark over half term.

Mum will not accept the above as an excuse for not doing it either.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Response to Customer Complaint

Dear Mum

The days are getting shorter.  You don't see us in the morning (but that's because of our invisibility cloaks) and you don't get to see us much in the evening either because it is bedtime at around 1830hrs these days.  Therefore there is not enough time to lay eggs.  After all, we have cabbids to eat, scratching about in the ground to do and dust baths to take.  Sorry about that.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Customer Complaint: Eggs

Today there were no eggs at all.  Must be the start of the winter ....

What was Mum doing this morning?

She was pekin at some bantams.  Pekin bantams, get it?  She went out to get some food for us and they had some at the supplier which she was rather taken with.  She does know that bantams and hybrids (that's us) don't really go very well together, so we know that she won't be bringing any home soon.  They are rather sweet, but we would probably tread on them.

She got us some more mash and something to clean our house with.  So she then used it to make sure that we are nice and clean for the next week.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Customer Complaint: Invisibility Cloaks

We would like to register a complaint with the manufacturer of Invisibility Cloaks.  This is because Mum saw us this morning.  All of us.  Outside the kitchen door.  The Invisibility Cloaks had worked really well up till that point, convincing Mum that actually we were tucked up in bed.

Mind you, she did give us sweetcorn tonight as a treat.  She bought up the whole lot that had been what she calls 'yellow labelled' in Tesco.  We don't know what this means, but if we get treats because of it, we don't really care!

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Could I have some new feet please?

Riding again today - on Lucy.  I like Lucy.  (Isn't that a TV programme?).  (Oh no, that's I love Lucy).  (And it's nothing to do with horses).  Anyway.

It's going really well at the moment.  I feel really comfortable on a horse now.  The only thing that I need to work on is the whole rising and kicking at the same time.  Hence the request for some new feet, because mine are still not working great on that front at the moment.

For those who thought I was going a bit nuts in the first paragraph, this is the TV programme I was talking about.  And for the record, I am not actually old enough to remember watching it.

Do the chickens wear invisibility cloaks?

I only ask because now when I go to work in the morning, there are no chickens running around at all.

But when I come back, there are three of them.

I wonder whether they are wearing cloaks in the morning and take them off later in the day.

Or if it is simply that it is too dark in the morning for them to come out.

Happy Father's Day

OK we know it isn't.  But Mum had to use the heading so that she could use the following:

It's some kind of holiday in the USA, so a card kind of works.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Cheesy mash

The perfect combination of two things that we like.

Since it also happens to be one of Mum's favourites too it's a complete winner.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Is it Christmas already?

Mum seems to think so.  She came back home with a Christmas Tree and some decorations today.  She was quite pleased with herself.  We did tell her that she was a bit early but she said that she was getting everything ready for her classroom.  And she'd managed to get them all for a bargain price.

As far as we are concerned that's OK.  It means that she can spend more on cabbids.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Why we like INSET Days

Because it means that Mum comes back early because her school does what they call konteenentall INSET days.  This means that she starts really early and finishes at 1330 and buys cabbids on the way back to give to us.  Extra time with Mum and cabbids.  Bonus!

Mum was quite tired though.  Apparently these days are like camping.  In tents.  ROFL

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Can there be women cardinals?

I think officially the answer is - no.

However, this evening, Mum dressed up like one for her school's Open Evening.

We only know this because she came back this evening and said a few 'Hail Marys' when she shut us in.

We don't think that she is aspiring to this as an official career; she doesn't really look very good in a long red robe ...

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Harvey Smith, watch out ...

... (or for those younger readers, Robert Smith, watch out ...)

Not really!  But today Mum had the whole arena to herself on Bacardi and did a little show-jumping routine (over poles still, not jumps, but there were five different ones, including one on a diagonal).

She also ... wait for it ... cantered for the first time today.  That was, for her, a scary experience, but she is looking forward to doing it again next week!  She says it's quite bouncy.

She did look funny when she came in though.  Her face was a bit puffy.  Apparently this allergy thing hits quite hard.  It's a good job that she isn't allergic to feathers!  Take your tablets, Mum!

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

The Meaning of Life

Of course it's a chicken.  Silly Edward Monkton.  Although the chickens might say that in their opinion it's actually a piece of cheese.  The chair idea is just silly.

Edward Monkton

... is absolutely brilliant.  I don't know what's in his head but it's mad but amazing.  I'd like to have a wall of Edward Monkton in my classroom, but for now, here is one of his awesome ideas ...

Sorry about the rude(ish) word, but I can't get rid of it.  And it is necessary ...

Caption Competition

What are each of the chickens saying in this picture?

A handful of worms to the winner.

When is a fireguard not a fireguard?

Perfect!  Protected plant; now it can grow properly ...

Thanks to Emma for the fireguard.