Chicken Al Dundee

The bucolic bloke pictured is "Chicken Al Dundee"the poultry worlds equivalent to Crocodile Mick Dundee,he is fearless when faced by an outraged mother hen,and can wrestle a full grown cockerel to the ground in minutes, his main role is however chicken sexing,as some of you may know it is very difficult to determine a chickens sex when it is young,but if you ever have the need of his expertise,Al is ready and waiting,he can only be contacted through my blog,this is because he is plagued by groupies(of a non feathered nature)in fact in certain quarters he is known by the nom de plume "sexbomb".

He visited yesterday with his dear wife and we had a pleasant lunch at which we talked about all things avian,though his long suffering wife has a fear of feathered creatures,after a childhood scare with a feather duster,actually I made the feather duster bit up,in the afternoon we visited the goose farm and I stayed at the gate with Mrs Dundee while the other two looked at the goslings,Bob the goose then gave me the unwelcome news that the hay is ready for baling,yours truly is roped in to load them on and off the transport to the barn,I tried to pass myself off as my twin brother but he was not deceived,and it looks like I have got the job.

Earlier in the week Le Blade and me played golf on a nine hole course near the village,they were all par 3 holes but we decided that our respective golfing abilities meant fixing our own par ratings and we were regularly par or below on every newly rated par 9 hole,more talking than playing and chatting with other "golfers" who in general were equally as bad,though I was handicapped playing with an upside down walking stick,Le Boffin would not have been amused were he present,as he is a real golfer and takes such matters seriously,as indeed he does bowls.

It,s all a bit too much like a flatland version of last of the summer wine.but is I suppose part of reaching an advanced age and entering your second childhood,which reminds me ,at the bowling last week,we were doing our double act as the bootleg chuckle brothers whilst rolling up the bowls carpet,Le boffin was on the winding handle,me and Le Blade directing the carpet as he wound it in,so immersed in our "to me,to you" act were we that we neglected to control the carpets direction ,and the upshot was,Le Boffin went of in a huff tutting all the while,I visited the air museum with Le Boffin and others since and all seemed forgiven,but Le blade has yet to encounter him,luckily for us there is little in the way of psychiatric practitioners in this area,and so we remain(for the moment) at liberty.