A Day On The Farm

As I have no lessons on Friday, I decided to go with Evan to go and buy some hay bales for the animals that they keep at his mum's house. Although The fact that the sheep had just had their first two lambs of the year was really the main reason to go if I'm being honest.   

(Left) Bucky Doesn't Like The Snow (Right) "Oh Look, Another Human"

Bucky Had A Heavy Night

When Not Led In The Barn, You'll
Find Major Stood In The Sun Eating
The Same Patch Of Grass

Ever Seen The Film 'Black Sheep'?

When we arrived, Evan's cat, Bucky was sunbathing on the porch to greet us. This cat is the laziest cat that I've ever met, you can do anything to this cat and he just takes it. Ever since he was a kitten, Evan has thrown him up in the air and catches him whenever he sees him. This affection is known as 'Upsy Daisy' and Bucky doesn't fight, doesn't struggle, he doesn't even panic whilst in mid air. Snowballs have been thrown at him, only for his reaction to be sniffing the snow. Pillows have been thrown at his sleeping body only for him to stretch as a response, followed by going back to sleep. He also is the only cat I know who comes when you call his name. A few years ago Evan's mum ran over the poor little guy when parking her car. As with my cat, Bucky recognises his owners car and thinks that it won't hurt him and runs underneath before the car has stopped. On this particular day Evan's mum hit Bucky and broke his ribs. Pushing them roughly back into place, Bucky then lay in a cardboard box for a few days before venturing out again. He seems OK and
the vet didn't even say anything the next time he had to go. The day after the blizzard, Evan decided to have some fun with poor Bucky (see video) although revenge was had when he went straight up the stairs and onto Evan's bed without even drying himself off. Touche, Bucky. Touche.

The sheep were demanding food and water as the trough had frozen but we left them for the time being and went into the stable to see the new arrivals, a little white one and a little black one. As we went in, Major the horse was led outside the pen holding the sheep looking inside. Major is in his 40's and doesn't have many of his teeth left, his activities range from sitting in the stable and standing in the sun eating the same patch of grass. Apparently during the summer, the grass grows really long and yet he eats from the same small patch as the lush grass around him remains uneaten. Old men are renowned for not liking change.

I Want A Pet Lamb

The little white lamb has got to the age where he ventures a little away from mother, but then when he realised that he's not next to her he runs back. The little black one is younger and sticks by his mother's side permanently. He hasn't even learnt to clean his own arse as sheep mess clung to his legs and tail. The white lamb's mother was very protective and circled me, bleeting as I held the little guy. Unfortunately the two little lambs (a third is on the way) aren't going to make it to adulthood and will be eaten by Evan and his family before the end of the year.

The Yorkshire Side Of Me Came Out To Play

When we returned to Central, we thought that it would be rude not to stop by at Hooters for some wings. Here we learnt that on a Thursday they have all you can eat boneless wings from 6pm until closing. It seems that there may be an evening of eating and drinking whilst watching one of the numerous T.V's on the walls. It would be rude not to.

When I get home I may put into process applications for Hooters Restaurants to be built all over England. When I looked up if we already had one I found that we have a restaurant in Nottingham with plans to build one in Bristol. I also found a very funny article from the FeMail section of the Daily Mail. Does anyone else sense a little bit of jealousy from Liz Jones?

A Hooters In The Centre Of Clitheroe Would Be
Wonderful

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1318258/Hooters--offensive-bar-Britain-Asks-Liz-Jones.html