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Strange happenings at the begining of the week




Just as farmer J was to hop back in the tractor to start lining the hay up a loud tree falling sound was herd up by the pigs. On investigation a large branch had broken off laying parallel with the tree trunk but also over the electric fencing holding the next pig to leave La Singlarie in his enclosure. It couldn't stay like that so  f J put on his other hat, booted his chain saw up to release it. My job was to keep pig out of the way, pig had other ideas as he really wanted to nibble those leaves. He nearly left us a bit earlier as he wouldn't budge as the branch came crashing down missing him by not a lot at all. Just as well he moved as processing a pig in this heat while making hay is not on the top of the things to do list.

On our usual morning walk of down the hill through a field into the woods with a climb up the choice of three paths, coming out of the woods to walk along another two fields Sorrel and I happened upon a cow in the last field, on its own in a field that had just been cut for hay with no fencing so it shouldn't of been there. As we got closer, and deciding to walk along the road (just in case of a "freaked out where are my mates" cow) I noticed it wasn't a cow at all but a bull which by this time was in the middle of the road and blocking where we wanted to go down. Now normally cows are OK to move apart from if they have young calves or they are a bit freaked out (being on their own) with a stick you can move them on. A bull on the other hand can be quiet different and I wasn't going to see if this was a friendly or not.

We waited for a few minutes accessing the situation. Phoned f J to phone the farmer who we thought it might belong to and turned back walking over his cut field of hay (sorry Mr farmer). Turns out nobody answered the phone. Now do you get involved or deny all knowledge of seeing a bull in the road? F J needed to get on hay making and I done the later, thinking other farmers around would know who's he was. Off I trundled to the veggie patch only to trundle back to the house when a white van turned up. It was the farmer up the road asking if we had a bull as she had one in her field, we haven't a bull which is the same for the adjoining farms to us, so as I said who's it might be and she said no it wasn't theres she left to phone the gendarmes (Monday morning moving of bull on road probably isn't something they wanted to get involved with). Someone must of collected him as his no longer around.

This afternoon I took all the bottles and jars that had collected by my car for a wee while to the bottle bank down by the river then on to the supermarket. As I emptied one of the bags there was a tiny fledgling in the corner, kind of wren size. Next dilemma do you leave it by the side of the road where it probably won't survive as it may of been crushed by a bottle in the bag or do you put it in the box you had some of the bottles in and hope it survives being in the hot car while you shop? Again I did the later scooped it up and  took it shopping. Thinking I really didn't want to be held responsible for killing a bird in a hot car I left the windows down - the chances of my car being taken are pretty slim given the state of cleanliness both inside and out. With record time shopping (just in case someone might wont to steal it) I rushed back with chirping bird to give it a bit of water ? and food?? not sure what to feed it so made up some chicken food come bread crumbs mixed with water and left it while I got the camera as it was rather cute. Of course when I got back it had flown up on the log pile, not even a thank you. At least he may survive here a bit longer.

Gosh its only Monday....
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