My friend recently speculated about the fate of dragonflies when they die. When she opened her back door into the farmyard the following morning look what was on her doorstep! Obviously, the god of dragonflies heard her thoughts, and voila! It is a perfect specimen. She's trying to think of a method of preservation. I suspect the wings will fall off.
Whilst waiting for the Farmer to complete his ablutions I learned a little about the camera's self timer. It turns out that 10 seconds is not quite enough time to set the camera, gallop round our kitchen table, straighten hair and clothing and then pose. Fun though!
We went to Sheffield for a meal last night, and then drove home at midnight with a monster cockerel in the dog cage in the back of the car. Its a long story, however, we are hoping that Rodney (Rodders to his friends) will have a long and happy life here with our ladies. At 5pm the 100 mile outward journey quite fun, radio interesting, passing landscape beautiful. At 1am on the homeward leg, radio reduced to the quite hypnotic shipping forecast, and passing points of interest veiled in velvet night. Therefore much struggling to keep eyes open, stopping of car, stretching, complaining and shuffling in seats. Unsurprisingly both the Farmer and I a teensy bit weary this morning. Nevertheless, a lovely night, eyewateringly funny, and company of dear friends most appreciated.
Old people food preparation now underway, and dogs waiting patiently for compensatory long walk in exchange for being ousted to shed last night whilst we were away. So, I'm orf to don walking boots and exercise the weariness away [unlikely, but worth a try?].
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Just how big is this rooster? Sounds just HUGE.
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