Ta, Twellsy, budge up girl ;- )
And this, folks, has been an object lesson in how easy it is to make a **** of oneself on social media.
Gxxx
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Children are all right, I s’pose, when they have sammiches one can frighten them into dropping…
Thinking of which:
http://www.theswansanctuary.org.uk/cause/swan-sanctuary-statement-ban-bread-campaign/
Night all.
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Interesting…
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Don’t be daft.
… & it’s him who’s stolen your top.
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Another pleasantly grey day. Went up the other side of the valley yesterday; it’s a lot steeper than this side.
yardarm
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Bacon butties?
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[peckity] [peckity]
You need to
[peckity]
ask?
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Well, bread…
And we were being taught it is bad for birds.
I’m so glad that’s bollocks after all!
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Bread is the new salt!
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I s’pose that waterfowl have ready access to, erm, water, so they’d be unlikely to choke on bread. I wouldn’t feed it to the birds that visit our garden, though, as they seem happy enough with Premium Quality Peanuts and High Energy Advanced Seed at a cost they cannot imagine.
Soo xx
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Too much bread really isn’t great for geese, I believe.
In pursuit of a healthier alternative, I once ended up with a small black kitten…
They quite like spinach or cabbage. Geese, that is.
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Local Pub has been running on a diesel genny since last week when the feed blew.
Last night it went “phut” (cast a fan belt) and they were up till 3am getting the new one sorted.
The board is waiting for the council’s permission to dig up the road to get the new feed put in…
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With plenty of willing volunteers to help out, I trust?
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Mostly a matter of waiting for the board to deliver it - they’re not paying for the genny, since the board has admitted liability. (This tells me it must have been something pretty catastrophic.)
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I think anything before the main box in a premises is automatically their responsibility.
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All right, I’ll be the sucker – explain!
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Moored at Kensal Rise over the Olympic summer. Became very friendly with some geese. Walked up to Willesden Green on a scorching afternoon to investigate a pet store in the hope of finding cracked corn, and glimpsed a cage with a tiny black fluffy job in at the back of the shop. Turned on heel and left and drove poor Kitty (a human, I hasten to add) half mad that evening shiteing on about it being All Wrong. So she told me we would buy food and litter tray first thing and go to liberate the kitten. Hence my lovely Pidge, queen of the boat.
There are things I could say about that shop. Bastards.
There. All perfectly logical, Fishy me dear
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Ah. All is now Explained. Thank you.
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Never did get the cracked corn…
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I suppose that the geese are well croaked by now, Gus.
Soo xx
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