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Nelson lost one of his goats yesterday, poor man he was really worried. He stopped me as I walked Lucy then stopped the postman by stopping his car halfway across the road. He was worried that it would get into gardens and eat people's flowers. Well I think it may have come home for Paul saw one on the bank of the river. I have never owned one, not exactly a practical animal to own, Nigel has a couple as well, the white Saanen ones, everyday he goes for a walk and collects them fodder.
Our chairman of the Parish council, elected last week, has been making waves with the local council, not very successfully. I suspect we will appoint all our councillors by today, of all colours, including green. Then they will sit round and refuse to answer our queries or do anything we need doing. But I am so glad that our antiquated government system is really beginning to feel the strain and they all running round like headless chickens - it's the 'London' effect.
Talking of chickens, Nelson's fowls are often out on the verge, playing around the great stump of the horse chestnut tree, which was cut down a few days ago, presumably by the council. This verge goes back about 20 feet, and someone said Nelson had claimed the land, but then our historian sent in the Land Registry plan which shows our small village green and this verge belong to the council. The horse chestnut was planted at the time of Queen Victoria's Jubilee, no one said it was to be cut down, in Bath there would have some rumblings about that.
I am wittering and there are holes to be dug for plants....and just as I type this there are handsome ponies and traps trotting by, with people piled into the carts.
Must be nicer with you than it is here for it is certainly no gardening day here.
ReplyDeleteFreezing cold and the holes stayed in the ground, went shopping for weekend food instead.
ReplyDeleteI have been a day out all week for some reason and have lived today as though it was a Saturday. Luckily remembered before it was time for Gardener's World.
ReplyDeleteToday is definitely Saturday because the papers come but also apart from pony traps there is going to be the annual tractor run through all our villages.
ReplyDeleteA few years ago, goats were all the rage around here and many people bought Pygmy goats. They used them to keep their lawns in check and I assume as pets. I don’t see them as much anymore but the family across the road from my son has about 10. I love to watch them as they are so cute and fun and I wish I had a pair. My Retired Man would never approve so not to get his goat up, I refrain from mentioning it.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds ideal, keeping the lawns in check, but what about the flowers? Goats are strange creatures, starting with the eyes, but very playful, males can be a bit stinky though. Your retired man probably is right.
ReplyDeletePeople piled into the carts? Were they dead people? Perhaps they were butted to death by renegade goats. I guess we all end up in the death carts...one day.
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ReplyDeleteWell as far as I was concerned small traps should only have 2 people per pulling pony and not 4! The plague hasn't reached us yet so no death carts. I can almost hear them intoning 'bring out your dead' living next to a graveyard sets the imagination rolling.