I was beginning to think I wasn't cut out for this blogging lark. It just gets in the way of having a life...
Then I was proved totally wrong when I went out into the yard to feed the hens. And there I found...our/their first egg. Oh joy of joys. What a day. It's small and brown and never has an egg been so celebrated. There's something very satisfying about this whole business and if you can't post a blog on a day like this, well...there really is no point.
Meanwhile the BF's film had its premiere in Liverpool at the Philharmonic Hall last week and was a triumph. It's also playing the London Film Festival this weekend and then on general release on 31st October, which happens to be the same day as the new Bond movie is out.
So hopefully Ena, Minnie or Martha, for I know not who laid the first egg, has given me the inspiration to carry on informing you of this Kirkby Girl's antics. After all, I don't want to keep all my eggs in one basket...
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Awe....Lyn that's nice for you all...and the hen who laid it!
Here's a poem to honor the day...
Eggs
Lots of animals come from eggs
Some with fins
And some with legs.
Some that chatter
And some that cheep
Some that fly
And some that creep.
Some that slither
And some that run
Some with feathers
And some with none.
Animal eggs can be quite small
Or just as big as a tennis ball.
The animals here
They're quite a few
Hatch from eggs
And lay them, too.
Hoorah, she's back! Praise be to those hens.
(what did you do with the egg???)
M xxx
They clearly didn't prove to be very inspirational for long. Did they make a nice pie?
xxx
Where oh where has KirbyGirl gone???
I can only guess that either Ena, Minnie or Martha's eggs gave her food poisoning...
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