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I’m not saying anything about Stolen Earth (beware: link has spoilers) apart from how cool was it to see all those names fly through the title credits?

I think that’s quite restrained really.

Come on next Saturday….

We had to cull a cockerel yesterday. Not the nicest decision I’ve had to make in my life but it was either that or he was confined from all the other birds for the rest of his life – which is until about September – (neither practical or humane) or left with them and pecked to death (inhumane). That’s one of the down sides of being a smallholder. It was quick though, and happened with as little stress for him as possible so that is the most important thing.

There’s good news with the ducklings. We’re happy to let them free range now (they’ve proved they know where “bed” is) and we’ve set up their accommodation so that they don’t have to come into physical contact with the ducks if they so wish. We’re still keeping both sets in sight of each other but after one of the young females had a run in with Osguth (and, Jemima aimed a peck at her) we’ve decided that, unless the young’uns decide otherwise, they won’t be in a confined space together yet.

I made a boo boo with my latest Amazon order which meant I had to cancel one of the items. I ordered the DVD instead of the soundtrack for The Beach. The soundtrack (when I eventually order it) will be one of my “reclaim” buys – a replacement for one of the many CDs I had stolen/lent and never returned/gone missing in transit I’ve had over the year. I’ve still got the delights of Eddie Izzard’s box set heading my way (as well as a book about chickens). Better luck next time with the CD.

“…but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly…. timey-wimey…. stuff.”

A while back, my Dad had reason to gaze upon this site (long story but basically I didn’t believe what my internet was telling me about the status of my hosting…) and told me, or at least words to that extent, that it didn’t exactly look fab…. (”fab” is my new most-used word, expect it to crop up a lot. It’s not, however, a word my Father would actually say.)

I’m starting to get sick of the look of it too, but nothing I can find looks right and I’m too busy with real life and other people’s bits of cyberspace to have time to do some redecorating.

I’ve gone completely fan-girl and purchased all of the last 3 series of Dr Who last weekend, when we were visiting the city. They were about half price so, in theory I saved myself about £110. I still hid the receipt/price tags from Himself. Not that he has any say over what I spend my money on – it’s just he hates Who and I would never have heard the end of it.

Of course I’m ploughing my way through the episodes I’ve missed. Top of the list – New Earth, as I needed some of the blanks filled in from Gridlock. I must say though, the more I see of Tennant, the more I appreciate him his acting. It’s actually a combination of his acting and Lis blogging about the show (although I do have to agree with Rose when she said “.Great hair… some really great hair.“.)

I finally got my Aylesbury Ducks a couple of weekends ago. Osguth and Jemima have settled in well (apart from going awol to visit next doors ducks the first time we let them out and leading to us building a fence at 11pm that night. Thank goodness we are down to virtually nil darkness at the moment). Jemima gave us an egg yesterday, which became my breakfast about an hour later…. Meantime we’ve got one bantam who’s eggs are inedible because she’s on antibiotics, another that’s laying eggs anywhere she thinks she can hide them, one gone broody and, as I write, sitting outside on about 9 eggs… and don’t even get me started on the non-bantams and the mallard ducklings.

At least the lambs are being reasonably well behaved.

It’s late. Another 6am start tomorrow, better head for the bed….