Friday 1 January 2021

The Birds

 A new day dawned and, as I was awake and it wasn't raining, I decided to go out on Broom to see the sun rise.  I hadn't taken Broom out for a spin in ages - Autumn and Winter are generally too windy, wet and cold - but as there was only the lightest of breezes and the likelihood of anyone seeing me several dozen metres up (because most people would be still in bed, or nursing hangovers from the night before) was slim, this was as good a time as any.

 After some persuading, a couple of choice swear words, and a good kick, I eventually managed to get Broom airborne.  Then, after only a modicum of cajoling, I enticed it back down so that I could get on!

 A rather wobbly ascent to clear the trees around Hexenhäusli Device, and a stomach-churning plummet over the edge of the cliff later, I managed to get Broom steadied just over the beach huts on the promenade.

 Once I'd swallowed my heart back down, I prompted Broom to fly out over the sea towards the - well, I'd like to say towards the brightening horizon, but as you can see, it was mostly all cloud...

 Further out it looked a bit more promising.

 Yes, this was more like it!

 Except that Broom spotted some seagulls...

 ... and decided to follow one.

 Despite much bristle-twanging and teeth-gnashing from me, Broom stubbornly tailed the oblivious bird.  Rather impressively, we actually started gaining on it, getting closer...

 ... and closer...

 ... until it swooped over a cloudbank...

... and we lost it amongst its brethren and sistren.

 Undeterred, Broom sailed on.  I didn't mind at this point because at least we were headed back to land.

 Except that it all got a bit Tippi Hedren!  With my hair messed up (I should have worn Hat), and coming close to losing an eye, I threatenend Broom with the box of matches that I had in my pocket (they're a last resort, but they always work) and we extricated ourselves from the flock and flew home.

~o~

 No escape for the wicked, though.  On the paysho was another flock.  However, this lot were just waiting for breakfast.

 This is a new(ish) cock with the usual harem of hens.  I haven't seen the big, bronze cock for a couple of weeks or so - I wonder if he ended up as someone's Christmas dinner?

 Having had his fill, he left the girls and flew up onto the swing seat...

... and away.

~o~

 And there you have it.  The first adventure in 2021.  Happy New Year!

 I hope your year started with less disobedience and knee-clenching?

23 comments:

  1. Is there anything left for Freud to notice? Big cocks and you losing control of your broom as you hold it erect in your hands. Nanny Ogg would probably say it needs a good seeing to!
    Happy new year.

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    1. And she'd probably sing "The Wizard's Staff Has a Knob on the End" while she's at it!

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  2. New year, new cock! The old, old story... Jx

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  3. Happy New Year! What a lovely start to the new year, a strutting cock.

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    1. He's not as big as the last one - not that I'm a size-queen, of course - but I think he's prettier.

      Happy New Year, Mitzi!

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  4. Happy New Year, Mr Devine!
    They were shooting the cocks yesterday, all I could hear on my walk yesterday were bangs and pops, so be careful who you fly with.
    Sx

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    1. Oh, dear. I wonder if there's cock shooting everywhere? It could get terribly messy...

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    2. Well, they better put their heads down as I'm going out soon and there will be trouble if I have to listen to any more banging.
      Sx

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    3. I trust that there was silence when you when out, Ms Scarlet? Or was a "look" employed to do the silencing?

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  5. I would love to have a go on your Broom Sick.
    Fab adventure and fabulous Photos

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    1. Thank you, Madam Arcati!

      And is that "yoof speak" for what a good experience having a go on Broom would be? Or are you anticipating your reaction to Broom's wobbly ride?

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    2. I think I need someone to 'sweep my Yard'

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  6. Great photos! The MITM was extremely envious of that male pheasants! (somehow writing "envious of your cock" seemed a bit too risque for me, but here I am writing it anyway! go figure) Happy New year, sweetpea! xoxox

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    1. Ha hah hah haaaa! I don't think that particular group of words has been put in that order on this blog before. Well done, Savvy!

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  7. Dear gods! I was wondering if the girls were going to get a look-in!
    And now, with all the sweeping innuendo I forget what I wanted to say
    Oh, yes...smashing photos. Now, I think I need another short slurp, as Mr Kerr used to say.

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    1. The girls *always* get a look in. In fact, a couple of them do more than look - they peck on the paysho door if I'm too slow with their food, and I'm sure they'd come in looking for it if I left the door open.

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  8. There's nothing like a big, bronze cock to start the New Year.

    May it be an improvement over the last one.

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    1. I think these pheasants really do signify this year and last, because the original big bronze cock is still around! I saw him yesterday strutting along the embankment (with only two hens, mind).
      I'm sure the new one will see him off within the next month or so, though.

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  9. Wonderful pictures, wandering broom, and pheasants! What a beautiful place you live in!

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    1. It has its moments, Ms Nations. Although, I'd rather there were fewer wet ones...

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