Gill McGrath© Homage
Gill McGrath© Homage
Gill McGrath© Homage
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Hi Duke the Rooster! Thank you for coming again. Hi People! Yes Duke has arrived again and he will be writing regularly here. He comes all the way from Uncle Spikes farm in TURKEY. You can see his lovely home here on this link: Uncle Spikes blog
Yo Aunty Gill
It’s me, Duke-Cocka-Locky, your nephew from Turkey saying hello on your blog thingy, coz I’m a real 21st century bird; but ya know that already I guess. The other day you said that you missed me, and also that your blogging friends seemed interested in me. Now I find that very strange; I’m just a young rooster after all, not even a Number One yet. But I have decided to write every month to you, right the way through all of next year too. Farmer Spike even lent me an old laptop to use in the coop to write this – cool or what??
Won’t be long and it’ll be 2015 – Woo hoo!
I was wondering. Does it change where you are too Aunty Gill?? My reckoning is that as soon as it does change, I’m gonna be three years old, coz I know I was bornerised in 2013, but Farmer Spike says it doesn’t quite work like that. What does he know, eh? But then again, I was asking Bonzo the Farm Boss the other day, and he said he has grown by 9 years since I came along, 9 years…! Maybe Bonzo is just no good at sumz, but he seems like a clever dog, and Farmer Spike is always saying to him “Who’s a clever dog then, eh Bonzo?” I don’t know… my head hurts.
Anyway Aunty Gill, talking of Farmer Spike, he will start to chop lumps out the trees quite soon. I remember him doing that last winter time, and then he drags it from all over the farm and then they have a mega-big bonfire on the night that the New Year arrives. I don’t know what’s that all about, but to be honest, I’m as bit scared they’ll try and cook me, so I’ll make sure that I’m first into the coop that night, just you wait and see! What do you think Aunty Gill; have I got the right idea? Gosh, there are so many things to consider, now that I am getting older. I guess I’ll need to learn lots more stuff like that before I have a go at becoming a Number One rooster.
I wonder what you will be doing for New Year Aunty Gill, and what your blogger friends will be doing too. Do you all stay tucked up in your coops like me, or become pretend fire-gods like Farmer Spike?
Love, your Rooster Nephew, Duke xx
Dear Duke……Thank you so much for coming over here again.Yes, in no time at all now we will all be getting over all the fun of Christmas and rising from the table having eaten…….dinner…….. and it will be another New Year again ……and some of us will be watching fireworks. Make sure you keep out of harms way and simply watch the fire. Don’t get too close! We want you to write next month….. Love Aunty Gill
Autumn. Morning. 8.00 am. I think. By an upstairs window.
The sun’s pink is turning one particular cloud up there. I have to go and chase it like something possessed. Believe me.
Time has no meaning now. I am moving towards the pink dewy cloud; but the delicious candy mist has been caught behind a wedge of weeping woodland trees ….. So now I scurry on uneven ground to see the fledgling sun.
Run, run, don’t go, don’t leave me now, I moan. Please stay….. I sort of sing… and count to ten. And, so along the road, I kind of dance and suddenly at 8.07…….the Sun.
And with the breeze that always comes, flashing cottontails flicker pink and brown, rabbits, by my feet in new cabbage shoots a new stinging edge.
Are they the canny rabbits from three fields away; the ancient,cosy,shooting place, that burned the other day? Well yes I think.
They did n’t stop to smile or say. Instead; they ran away….. from me….shouting ….’here we go again’…. and waved! Believe me.
Back home the robin was waiting for me singing in the figs.No place like home!
Gill McGrath© Diary 29th November 2014
All three photos were taken on November 5 (UK Bonfire night) in the two fields either side of my house. Here is a sequence taken casually during the course of about an hour in the changing light that night.( times approximate).
One – at the fireworks party at 6.00 pm in the rabbit’s allotment field to one side.
Then- the sunset (detail) at 5.00 pm from my turret in the middle.
And then the moon hanging in the huge space, the farmers rabbit field with the wide horizon. I simply abandoned the fabulous comfortable sunset seat and dashed over to the moon to grab it before the clouds could as soon as I noticed it in the light pink sky.
I am not sure which piece of the the sky took more of my breath that evening. At first it was the silent and dramatic spangled sky from the house; then back to a silent gentle night just before lights out as it rushed silently over the field, then forward , back again to a dark and a rather noisy light driven shining on indigo crackling, in the cosiest field! I could only hope in the end that the rabbits had made a run for it through and out of the middle of it, to the quieter place on the other side, run,running towards the moon, but I didn’t see them.