Thursday, 21 May 2015

What a fabulous day! That is what I love about the British weather, one day you are miserably soaked to the skin and freezing cold and the next day you are soaking up the sunshine and marvelling at how wonderful the climate is.
The yard is looking a little like a ghost town at the moment. Lady Barfad and Exclusive Rights were returned to their relieved and proud owners on Tuesday evening where a large gin and tonic or two and a delicious supper was mandatory, Glory Hunter and Sea Rock have been finally turned out properly as up until now they refused to stay in the field and would jump out and turn up at the yard waiting for their supper. They have now been put in the very bottom field where they seem to have accepted that they are no longer required. Popaway has been roughed off but still comes in for supper. The only ones we have left in now are Dr K and Out of Range both of which may run at Stratford on the 29th (or Chaddesley Corbett in Dr K's case) Jess (We Never Give Up) and Elvis (The King of Angels) who may run at Kingston Blount on Saturday and Ask Away (Chubby) and Intimate Whisper who will probably run at Chaddesley Corbett on Monday.
So far we have had thirteen winners which is our joint record with last year and twenty six best turned out which is the record, beating the last one by a massive eight. I don't want to speak too soon but so far it has been a wonderful season.
Anyway, onto much more important things - The Poultry Family. We have got a bantam who has been sitting stoically on eggs now for six weeks and it is clear that Sambo, our little black bantam cockerel has not been doing his job. Added to that two of our three female ducks have gone broody and are both sitting on a huge pile of eggs. Now, the problem is that the male duck (called Peter.....) who was reared by a hen, yes, a hen thinks that he is a cockerel and not a drake so he spends all his time chasing the hens and totally ignores the ducks, so I rather suspect that due to his neglect and confusion they will be having a long and fruitless sit on empty eggs. In the meantime we no longer have eggs for our racing picnic so it is just as well the season is coming to an end.... !