Eric Salop
Elite Member
Good morning. I was about to move the sheep onto the hay field this morning, however the grass is taking longer to recover than I expected, so I made a last minute decision to put them onto the field at the side of the ditch that was dug out this summer. The ditch is covered in a green blanket of duck weed and some strange brown blobs which, when I got closer, turned out to be - ducks ! They did not trust me at all, by the time I could see that they were mallard the first seven took off like fighter planes scrambling to intercept an unexpected enemy, followed shortly after by another eight that were hidden from view.
No duck pics, just a snap of rainbow that was so bright, you almost needed sun glasses to stare at it.
Wng, what an honest shop manager to persuade you not to buy their rocker ! Maybe you can give them some trade another day.
Drew, there are still people catching eels for pies, but they are nowhere near as plentiful as they were only a few decades ago. As a fisherman, I used to despair each time an eel took the bait, they would wrap around the line in a tangle that would take ages to sort out. I may have told you before about my uncle George, who never minded catching eels, he always had a small sack with him, into which any eel of around a couple of lb would go and be brought home (alive) to eat. They were killed and skinned in their kitchen sink. My aunt was not best pleased when one day an eel dislodged the drain cover and got stuck while attempting to escape.
No duck pics, just a snap of rainbow that was so bright, you almost needed sun glasses to stare at it.
Wng, what an honest shop manager to persuade you not to buy their rocker ! Maybe you can give them some trade another day.
Drew, there are still people catching eels for pies, but they are nowhere near as plentiful as they were only a few decades ago. As a fisherman, I used to despair each time an eel took the bait, they would wrap around the line in a tangle that would take ages to sort out. I may have told you before about my uncle George, who never minded catching eels, he always had a small sack with him, into which any eel of around a couple of lb would go and be brought home (alive) to eat. They were killed and skinned in their kitchen sink. My aunt was not best pleased when one day an eel dislodged the drain cover and got stuck while attempting to escape.