Chief broom
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I don't really have a social life and the only time I chat to anyone apart from the checkout person at Tesco's is when I'm either walking the dog or when I'm fishing. The 'chatties' usually are of two varietys- the exchange of pleasantries sort where its a brief exchange of weather facts etc the other is someone who will bend your ear for an hour or more-this can be interesting/amusing/informative or sometimes I wish they would just b***er off! Anyhow I do take advantage of these occasions to see if I still retain the ability to speak and recall I once was a human being too
I was walking Murphy yesterday and a farmer leaned over his wall and rambled on for a good hour or more [theres a lot of lonely people in the highlands] he definitely was in the 2nd category and was very interesting. His knowledge ranged from where the best place to see orca's was to how far seals travel from there resting places. The conversation was mainly about anything furred or feathered [I don't do politics bleuu...] and it came to the topic of skylarks and how he hadn't seen many this year. I told him theres loads where I live [Brora] doing there thing of hanging in the sky singing away. He then recounted this story of how he was working one day and could hear a skylark above him which was suddenly cut short by a muffled thud followed by small feathers drifting down- a sparrowhawk had nailed it. I thought to myself 'the larks in his heaven and alls right with the world' but apparently its all right for sparrowhawks too Probably a moral to this ramble but no idea what it is- answers on a postcard
I was walking Murphy yesterday and a farmer leaned over his wall and rambled on for a good hour or more [theres a lot of lonely people in the highlands] he definitely was in the 2nd category and was very interesting. His knowledge ranged from where the best place to see orca's was to how far seals travel from there resting places. The conversation was mainly about anything furred or feathered [I don't do politics bleuu...] and it came to the topic of skylarks and how he hadn't seen many this year. I told him theres loads where I live [Brora] doing there thing of hanging in the sky singing away. He then recounted this story of how he was working one day and could hear a skylark above him which was suddenly cut short by a muffled thud followed by small feathers drifting down- a sparrowhawk had nailed it. I thought to myself 'the larks in his heaven and alls right with the world' but apparently its all right for sparrowhawks too Probably a moral to this ramble but no idea what it is- answers on a postcard