Hip hip hip hooray

Hip hip hip hooray.

After three and a half months our two broody hens have finally given up the sitting on eggs wot’ll never hatch game. I did report earlier that they were making moves in that direction but after a week of ‘non brooding’ I can make the news official. Hooray. Two chucks are  a third of the flock and it makes a big difference to the old egg production. Not just by not laying any themselves but because they gather up the eggs laid by the others. Tch tch.

What’s that I hear? Pick them up and collect the eggs anyway? Are you mad? These things are death spitting devils when they’re broody, not gentle fluffy kitten type things. They scared the hell out of us when ever we tried :o)

Fulham drew with Blackburn this afternoon and ruined my craftily devised weekend football accumulator. Gits. If I’d plumbed for the draw it would have paid out a fair old wodge but I prudently ( I thought, with Martin Jol in charge) opted for the home win. Ouch!!

Hurricane (ahem….stiff breeze surely?) Katia (or whatever it’s called) is on the way to Northern parts and the BBC, amongst others, has certainly bigged it up. The view from some parts is that it’s a return to the storm of 1987 and such like but our area specific Stormgeo  forecast is talking quite modest numbers indeed. Nothing to get excited about at all. Certainly not in North East Kent. So Steve, Caroline and the girls in the Highlands, best you batten down the hatches while we, darn here, get the kites out. Night night.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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