For Fandango’s Story Starter #8, where we build something around the following phrase:
The strangest thing happened yesterday afternoon. We’d just got home from that delicious waffle, and we got a knock.
“Do you want a pair of chickens?”
Some neighbours had heard that we kept chickens and wanted to offload some of theirs. Now, we have three chickens in a ten-bird coop, so we said “no problem”.
It turns out they are pure-bred, full-size chickens, the neighbours keep mostly bantams, and these birds were bullying the bantams. That’s not a problem for us, because our chickens are all full-size birds.
Until we met these two. Even though our chickens are regular chickens, these two are about twice their size!
First impressions: our three are incredibly tame, but these two keep themselves to themselves. Today is their first full day here and the two sets of birds will generally be found at opposite ends of the garden. But that’s not a problem, until there is contention over something like food. Then, the bullying behaviour starts and these new girls will peck our girls out of the way. But, early days. I said the same about our three when they first arrived, too.
So, now we have five!
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 31 August 2021, generate.
As the Second World War hit the pits,
Many plans to the Führer outwit,
But the plot most macabre,
To use poisoned rhubarb,
And to give poor old Adolf the shits.
This is something you probably all know, but because I don’t like rhubarb, I had to look it up. Rhubarb leaves contain oxalic acid, which is poisonous to us. One of the symptoms, apparently, is diarrhea.
It must be present in quite small quantities, though, because one of the sites I looked at estimates you’d have to eat about 7 lbs in a single sitting to receive a lethal dose.
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #133, where we write about the image below, from sasint at Pixabay.
“I’m bored”, complained Ajay, symbolically allowing his arm to flop down heavily to the ground.
Johar momentarily raised his head. “I know. There’s nothing to do, I hate this place. But make the most of it. In two weeks, we will be back in school, and I was warned. This year will be tough.”Continue reading “Ill-gotten Gains”
I posted earlier about how today looked to be a washout. Almost, not quite:
This was our weather at 9 AM this morning. It’s mostly dry but there are spots of rain. And look at that sky – I doubt there will be any shadows today.
In the UK it is our Late Summer Bank Holiday today – last one before Christmas! We thought about going out somewhere but it just looks so grim…
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 30 August 2021, generate.
When I shrank my wife’s best evening gown,
She got so mad, she wouldn’t calm down,
As she vented, frustrated,
All that steam generated,
Was enough to have powered a small town.
In response to Fandango’s Who Won the Week posts, I have been looking at my own newsfeeds.
Just a pleasant feel-good story today. Our news is still dominated by Afghanistan but I wanted to look for something cheery instead. The UK’s oldest surviving heart transplant patient, Ted Warner, was 90 back in June,but because of COVID, is not having his party until today. I’m just trying to imagine all those candles!
He got the new heart back in 1990, at the Papworth Hospital in Cambridge. The Papworth pioneered the operation from the first transplant in 1979.