Squeals, sqeaks, and other odd noises........

Squeals, squeaks, and other odd noises,

this, then, is what my voice has been reduced to.

It is as if I am trying to speak in a foreign language,

only not a human type of language,

but an extra terrestrial type of language,

as if an ET is trying to communicate,

so bits of words are present in the communication,

but the rest is made up of odd squealy noises.

 

 

And trying to sing, that is useless as well.

I aim for the right note,

the word is in my head that I want to tunefully sing,

but all that I end up with is a dreadfully off key noise.

Ah well,

c'est la vie,

My immune system took a slaughtering at the beginning of last week,

as an unknown germ bug hit on it,

down I went,

like a tree which has been axed,

boof.

Now I am at the end of the journey,

with the bug now received into the knowledge bank of my immune system,
so that if should it come visiting again it will be instantly killed off.

I am finding some energy to do things,

not a lot, though,

just little bits of activity

interspersed with long naps on the settee.

 

Hopefully my voice will be back to normal soon.

But the snake will not be never be the same again

after Lester chopped it's head off yesterday.

The snake was sprawled across the entire width of the barn door,

which Lester was needing to go through so he could get the cows in for the night.

He already had Lissie on the rope,

so what to do....

His voice being alright, he shouted for me,

but in my cold weakened state I did not feel up to the task of shifting the snake

so he could get through the door.

Swop, that's what we did,

me to hold the Lissie's rope,

while Lester did the deed.

He had not intended to kill the snake,

but when prodded, it turned and bit the handle of the spade.

I was very glad that we had swopped,

even though Lissie started prancing and dancing and pulling at the rope,

which made me afeared in case I ended up being dragged along on the ground

as she did one of her madcap gallops.

Thankfully the big bay tree was near by,

so she put her head in its perfumed greenness and munched away,

while Lester despatched the snake.
It would not have been a good thing if the snake had bit Lissie.
I am sure that she would have kicked up a hell of a fuss.
It was a shame the snake had to be killed,
and it was given the option to go away,
but it chose to fight....

 

Today the sun is shining again,

so one cannot stay despondent about silly things like cold bugs and a lost voice,

instead, I thought I would write this blog

while Lester is off to gun club to try out his new gun,

and then he has booked me in to help him fence the front garden this afternoon.

 

He has got this far....

 

so just the wire to be put up.

 



 

.... and looking across the lane to our side field,

with the sun shining through the young leaves of the trees,

making them all of a glow.

 

 

.... and the trees on the hill starting to wake up.

At this time of year I want to say 'slow down' to the forces of nature,

because Spring happens so fast here,

blink and you miss it!

 

 

Hope you have a lovely Sunday

wherever in the World you are,

so,

bye for now,

 

Vx

 

 

Lissie is not standing quiet and docile.

If you enlarge the photo you can see that her eyes have gone all slitty,

and are not their normal size.

What she is doing is have a stand off with the ram.

She is being naughty, that's all.

In a few moments she will try to lock horns with him,

and he will respond by barging back at her.

They will then have a bit of a tussle,

just like two children needing to amuse themselves!