My Favourite Places 5

With my girls and my man, of course!

To goose or not to goose 2

Yes I have been nice to Mum by not making so much noise in the morning.  However, I have been making up for it by making LOTS of noise during the day.  After all, if I am a goose I need to live up to my reputation at some point and today it was at regular intervals throughout the day.  I even did a goose jump onto the windowsill so that I could make a goose noise through the kitchen window while Mum was marking some exam papers.

Spoon x

Rain

Earlier on it seemed to be raining inside.  There was a relaxing dripping noise whenever I walked past the water tank.

On closer inspection, I found that the tank was in fact leaking and making a nice mess on the floor.

Three towels and a phone call to British Gas later, I have turned the water and the boiler off and the nice boiler repair person will be coming to fix it tomorrow.

Please excuse me rushing off, but I need to check the towel situation again ...

The things I do for love

It's been raining today.  No, I mean really raining.  At one point it was like a monsoon and reminded me of the rains of 2007 when I was stuck in school because of the floods (but that's another story).  With rain comes slugs, which have been discussed in a previous post.  As you know, I really don't like slugs.  But I know that the girls do.  Hence, when I went into the shed to refill the mash container, and saw that there were some slugs eating some of the mash that had dropped on the ground I thought that they might like them.  So I picked them up and put them through the bars of the pen so that they could have an evening supper.

Next time I do that, someone needs to tell me to wear rubber gloves.  The slugs stuck to my fingers and left slime all over them which continued to stick like glue even after washing my hands three times.  If I was of a squeamish disposition it is more than likely that I would have barfed.  It was one of the most disgusting experiences that I have encountered and I have had a few ...

Alternatively, I'll just get Dad to do it ... :)

Why humans don't understand chickens

What you take as us being ungrateful is not the case at all.  We absolutely adore the playhouse and the canopy and the effort that Mum and Dad have put into getting them and making them.  We don't use them much because we are keeping them for best.  Isn't that what you are supposed to do with nice things?

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx

Why it might seem that chickens are ungrateful

Because:

1. They have a playhouse to shelter in from the rain which I bought specially for them, drove quite a long way to get, put it into the car and put it up in the rain, which their Dad moved to a new spot, which they have not used ... at all ... except for the photo which I set up by throwing worms into the playhouse.
2. They have a very nice canopy that Dad constructed for them with the old summer shade that had been on the Cube run, but was replaced with a new winter shade, so he put hooks in the wall and everything so that they had a canopy to shelter under, which they have not used ... at all.
3. They have a 2m run on their Cube, with winter shades on both parts, and the bit under the Cube, under which to shelter, which they only use if they are actually shut into the run, otherwise they do not use it ... at all.

Instead, they continue to shelter under the bbq.

That said, they are related to dinosaurs and I don't suppose that dinosaurs had things like playhouses and canopies so they might not understand these concepts.  But then I'm pretty sure that they also did not have bbqs either ....

You can't help but love chickens!

To goose or not to goose?

Today I decided that I would not be a goose at 0500 like I normally am.  This is for two reasons:

1. I am getting used to running out in the pen at that time in the morning now.  It's nice because we all get to have a natter over early morning mash.
2. It was raining this morning.  Lots.  And it was easier for me to sit under the Cube with the others than to go out and make lots of noise.

Perhaps I will be a goose later.

Spoon x

Where I sometimes like to sit 2

It is not only Egg that likes to sit on the windowsill.  I thought that I would also pay it a little visit today since I know that Baked is there and I wanted to say hello.  I like the box; it's got nice carvings on it and Mum is going to get a little plaque to put on it with Baked's name on it.

I think that she likes it there; there is another chicken right next to her and she can look over the garden.  If you look closely you can see the door to the playhouse behind me.  We all think it looks nice on the corner of the decking.

Spoon x

Spoon's comment on the one that was fired

Well she was brought up properly.  Not only did she thank Lord Sugar, but also Karren and Nick.

I like the fact that Ruby Wax is on the panel.  She'll give Melody a hard time, but in a nice way of course.  And she just has .... I think she might well have voiced the feelings of the nation.

Why is Melody worried about badgers?  Does she have them as pets?  They are quite dangerous!

Ohhhhhh, badges ... sorry!

Spoon's comment on The Apprentice

Nodding dogs?!  OK so they are bulldogs and they are wearing a Union Flag, but since statistics show that there are more chickens than people in the world, surely we should become the national animal of the UK. I am sure that a pecking chicken would sell really well.

I like the clear umbrellas.  Dad could buy us lots of them and put them round the garden so that we could stay dry when it is raining like it has been today.  Mind you, there is already the playhouse and the special cover by the bbq so I suppose that might be a bit greedy.  And we actually tend to stand around in the rain anyway ... and I suppose that they might blow away if it was a bit windy.

Jim is off with the treacle up the hill thing.  Is this perhaps a custom that I am unaware of that he indulges in on a regular basis?

No treats for the winners ... that was a nice prize too!  It's fair to say though that you shouldn't reward rubbish.  And despite the fact that they won, 'yeh' lady is not really taking it too well.  I don't think I would like to be in a team with her.

As for the losing team, they are in a bit of a hole now.  I don't really think that Lord Sugar should fire Tom because he has nice yellow socks on today and he did work really hard at selling.  Of the other two, like last week, it's a hard one to call.  I like Karren's comment about the board meetings lol!  On that comment I would say that Melody should go, but I am worried that he might fire Tom because he is starting to look at the 'bigger picture' and Tom has been in the firing line before.

Good choice, Lord Sugar!  She and he would not have got along at all.  I'm not sure how much longer Tom can last, but it's good that he has another chance!

When is egg time?

Or perhaps that should be Egg time.  Normally, as far as I am aware, chickens lay eggs sometime in the morning and then go through their normal routine of eat, poo, snooze, make a mess of the garden, repeated several times.  However, today, for some strange reason, Egg decided that around 1830 was a reasonable time to lay an egg.  I thought that she was going broody again, but apparently not.

Fried seems to have gone off the boil again for now.  Excuse the pun....

How I can get Mum to give me more worms

I have discovered a way of getting Mum to give me more worms.  I tried it last night and I think I might try it again this evening.  What you have to do is this: wait for the others to go to bed and wonder round the garden (this is normal for me anyway).  After about five minutes come down to the patio and make noises that sound like, 'I'm not going to bed but maybe I'll roost down here'.  This will make Mum come out of the kitchen because she thinks you are going to settle where you shouldn't and she will try to persuade you to go back to the run.  To do this she needs worms.  This means that I get more worms.  The downside to this is that the others can also get them because Mum puts them in the run.  And then she shuts the door.   But to be fair, it was bedtime anyway so it wasn't all that bad.

Spoon x

My Favourite Places 4

Petra, Jordan

That first glimpse of the Treasury after you have walked through the siq is the most incredible thing that you will see.  Indiana Jones does not really do it justice.

Broody Chicken

You will be pleased to hear that I am no longer broody because I laid an egg today.  However, for most of last week I went through a broody phase and gave Dad lots of grief.  I have shown him and Mum that I am capable of puffing myself up to twice my size in the nest box, can growl, and like running from one end of the garden to the other.  This is apparently what chickens do when they get broody.  I wouldn't really know, it's my first time, but I found it quite fun, especially the growling.

Egg x

Where I sometimes like to sit

... is on the windowsill.  Not all the time, you understand; in fact I have not done it much recently, but thought it might be nice to do it again this morning at around 0615 while Mum was having breakfast.  It means that I can look in through the window and give her a shock, and say 'hello' to Baked at the same time because she is on the inside windowsill looking out over the garden.

Egg x

My Favourite Places 3

Machu Picchu, Peru

Technically this shouldn't be a favourite place since I have never been there.  But I would really, really like to, and intend to one day.  Walking along the Inca Trail and coming to this view must be amazing.

Oblivion

... seems to me to be a little mad.

So I let my friends go on it while I read a book.  On a positive note, I started and finished the book in the day I was at Alton Towers.  On a negative note, it was a rubbish book.

When I told the girls, they said that I was a chicken.  I am not sure whether this is a compliment or not, coming from them.

My Favourite Places 2

Glastonbury Abbey

A place of real spirituality; I always feel calm and relaxed when I am here.  It's a place of happy memories from my childhood.

Having a Happy Inner Kitty Cat

This is my new phrase of the moment.  I learned it on America's Got Talent, from Sally Cohn, the hand-whistler.  It means being really really happy; therefore your inner kitty cat purrs.

There are lots of things that can make this happen.  Seeing something that you have worked hard at come to fruition; the smile on the faces of those that you love; seeing something amazing like a beautiful sunset or being in a beautiful place.

Of course, I do need to be careful here.  I suppose technically for me, I should really have an inner chicken.  But then they tend not to purr very much.  They make lots of other noises, but not purring so much.  So for now, I will stick with the kitty cat.  Sorry girls.

My Favourite Places 1

The Empire State Building and The Chrysler Building in New York

Now if they made chicken houses like these, it would be awesome!  How can you not love them?