HOW DO YOU KNOW IF A GOOSE IS GAY? April - May 2013

Well . . God clearly didn't put me on this Earth to be a farmer. Good move God! The farmer told me today that Rihanna (see previous posting) is a heifer, not a bullock!

For any of you readers who live in the country or by the sea, you may wonder why I'm blogging about the obvious. But for us, having spent many years in suburbia, this is all a novelty, and one we're loving and enjoying sharing with you. 

Early Spring brought some cold weather. We didn't get the more recent snow which seemed to hit the rest of the UK, but wet weather and melted snow had resulted in a series of waterfalls falling down the mountainside behind the house. These froze quite spectacularly during the cold spell. We took a two hour walk to see them at close range, which involved quite a steep climb. 

And guess who accompanied us all the way?   ... Yoda!

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Some of the trees in the garden needed overhanging branches removing so the wind doesn't bring them crashing down onto the conservatory. A friendly neighbour/tree surgeon kindly agreed to help out. It was good to see he used ropes for safety. I thankfully wasn't put on this Earth to be a tree surgeon either. Another good move God!

We have many branches lying around which make good firewood. So I regularly break up twigs for kindling. Gizmo joins me by picking up and snapping twigs with his mouth, then dropping them onto the ground for me to collect.

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May. And Spring is definitely here. Caernarfon Bay resembles the Med

And we have found a temporary spot to sit outside

Well. This blog has caught up with current time. So no more adventures for the time being.

I have recently had an operation which will take several months to heal, so work on the house is at a standstill for the time being, while I recover and Will takes on the role of carer.

One last story...

While I was in hospital, waiting to be taken to the operating theatre, various trivial topics of conversation took place among fellow theatre goers which developed into the subject of keeping geese and how one goose had become very attached  to his owner. There was then a suggestion the goose could be gay! This led to the question from one gentleman ... How do you know if a goose is gay?

I'll leave you with that thought. Hope to be back soon showing further progress on the house.


Next blog - Wait and see what happens next ...