Good News / Bad News

Lets start with the good news, because of my Irish heritage, we always like to keep the bad news till last, just in case anyone should leave our company in a positive frame of mind.

The good news concerns the Boss.
You may remember in a previous post I recorded the saving of the hay and the Boss's supervision of same.
The final line, again in keeping with Irish tradition ( even donkeys are affected, or should that be infected) issued a request that a shed be built to cope with the coming winter.   Well the good news is that the shed has been completed, and not alone that, but it is in full compliance with the directives issued by the boss.

The Boss and the Missus in the new shed.













Now that's all very fine, but the bad news now has to be relayed.

The Boss has suffered a crisis of confidence. Now he dos'nt want this to be widely known. so keep it to yourself.
You see, one day last week he was enticed into a house in  the farmyard with the offer of some rolled barley Having eaten  the barley, a stranger in a white coat entered the house, with a funny smell from her. Shortly after the boss woke up, not even knowing that he had fallen asleep, and felt a nasty pain "down there".
He has no recollection of what happened, but feels...........well.....different.
The pain has gone now but so has the passion. ( you know yourself what he means, you are an adult)

He likes being the boss and wonders if lack of passion might disqualify him.

He said to say he will keep you posted.

Faithful Friends.

Its cold now...and the birds appreciate a helping hand.

In return they will thrill and amaze











                                                    

Welcome to my land.

It has been a beautiful few days.
Tonight we have a full moon. Earlier it made its dramatic entrance in the East, riding into the night sky accompanied by its sidekick, Jupiter.

Tonight many hundreds, if not thousands of Woodcock and Snipe will use this moon to navigate their way to my parish.

They will come from as far away as the Ural mountains in Russia, a distance of over 4000km.  Travelling up to 500 km in one day, they will take a break to build up their fat levels for the onward journey.
 

                                                         Moon over South Tipperary tonight

               











                                 Me sitting at my computer tonight, they,  on their long lonesome journey.

I wish them safe passage.

Little People on Holidays.

I took this photo at Marlfield Lake near Clonmel.
Got me thinking of the Little People. Cant believe there are still people out there who do not believe in their existance.

Careful now : Don't get carried away

Looking west along the Knockmealdowns from our fields.

Sometimes you get a feeling that the year is trying to make amends for being so crappy earlier.
Or maybe we are just a very forgiving people, or easily bought.

We have had a few beautiful days, early frost followed by big blue skies. When neighbours meet, the first item on the agenda is the lovely day.

Even people who are not on speaking terms, are thawed by the unusual.

I met a friend of mine yesterday. We spoke of the weather and then moved onto other topics. His usual gloom was less dense than usual.
His parting remark left me a little stunned.
As he walked away he turned, called my name and said "You know, if you wer'nt careful you'd feel happy"

Could'nt have that now, could we.

One Moon.

The moon with jupiter to its right over South Tipperary at 6am this morning.
Amazing that this moon is looking down on you as you read this, or if not, will be within 12 hours.
The guardian of the night.

The moon is a bit special to me.
About 6 years ago, my son was living in Colchester in England. We were going through that " I know more than he does" phase and relations were a tad strained.
While on a visit to him we went for a walk. The moon was full and pouring down on us.
Looking up , my son said " Do you know Dad every time I look at the moon, I feel closer to you.
I think you might be looking at it at that very minute, and it makes me feel good"

I felt humbled...........and did a mental check on where I had left my chequebook.

Glad to say both he and his family are now back in Ireland and we both realise we know very little.
Though I still think I know a little more than him.

A Magic Autumn Day

Saturday October 27th was a magical day.  Following our first heavy frost I picked the last rose of summer from the garden. My wife thought I had lost the plot when I presented her with it.  I am not known for my romance.

There followed a day of blue sky and falling leaves, browns yellows, off reds and crimson.
Birds took advantage of the day to remember the spring, and celebrated in song.







Finally, evening came with the days final gift.