Yesterday we moved the three remaining goose eggs, the two broody bantams and the newly hatched gosling to more fitting accommodation near the pergola. There is a run and a house so the rapidly growing baby can stretch its legs and get plenty of fresh air. This little goose will be “hen pecked” by two mothers as both seem to believe it’s their hatchling. However they seem happy to co parent and co sit on the remaining three goose eggs.
Happiness all around our stand
The Valencia fans are singing – ours are swearing ( at least the sad specimen of a man behind us is. )
(People next to us are discussing a bridge contract?????seriously that didn’t used to happen before all seater stadia)
To the first leg of the Europa League semi final at The Emirates Stadium
Choice for local councillors – two names on the ballot paper.
Choice for Mayor of Bedford – five names one being UKIP
Turnout locally “holding up” say the officials in the village hall at 28/30 % (Pathetic)
I do think democracy is dead and all systems are failing. Bring on Extinction Rebellion and let the children try to make this finite world a place fit for all. But I, and many others, will find such a radical change deeply uncomfortable. But change has got to come. Hold tight.
My Poundland lilies flowering year after year
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A little gosling had hatched under a Bantie chicken. Well done both and thank you Heather who suggested putting goose eggs under our broody hens last year. It works and the geese are happy that they don’t have to sit still for 35 days.
