A Dozen More, Gone Out The Door! :D

Know what? For an old hermit, with a condition? I could Almost get fuckin' used to this!!! :D

Last night, I slung one on a FB Chickens page. 'Mink' Traps for sale. I'm clearing my way through the clutter one accrues, over decades of tinkering about, just being retired and having a go at what ever takes ye fancy.

These particular type of traps, I can't even physically set any more! Too strong! Anyway, I get a bite, in Minutes! Price Was bloody good, to be fair! Bloke says he'll be over, from Sligo. We had a chat, in PM's. He's just left here.

And, it goes without saying, I managed to lumber him with the Latest (bloody suit me if it's the Last!) dozen of my freshly laid, 'Partridge' Modern Game eggs! Huzzaaah!!! LOL!

There's a lovely flow to these things: I put the word out. Someone hits me. I give them my code (A scary and risky business, in my book! They'll Always know where I am. They're gone like the morning dew, to me) And, they turn up. And they're Nice. Ye just Know when someone's alright, don't ye?

I bring them in. Show them my birds ~ my utter pride and joy! We appreciate. We chat and I show them things. Then, they Always get their phones out, and show me Theirs! O M F G!!! To quote Abra Melin: " Wormhood to me! " :o Just Breath Taking!!!

Of Course he's got peacocks! Only, This bastard's got a Piebald one!!! (Nurse! Oxygen!!!) I'm Drooling over his Breeding Pens, alone! Guinea fowl. Turkeys, of course! FFS! And, this is a man half my age. See? He's already There. And he has Decades to carry on loving it!

Me?! Racing like a demon to get the birds I need for what will be at least a Two Year project! Let's just say; " No! I'm NOT fucking interested in an Extended fucking Warranty!!! "

Anyway, Obviously, I managed to twist his arm into accepting a dozen of mine's eggs! I'm just sitting here now. Stress melting away! Buggers hadn't even laid any sneaky more, when I looked, just now. Could this be the end of it? Deep Joy, if it is! I can calm down and bloody concentrate on other shit!

I'm Gagging to crack on! Gonna run more wiring. Put a spur in 'Their' room. Ready for the lights that'll go over the cages I'll be buying, to put my new quad in, when I get them! Have Pat knock me up another frame!

All be dead easy now, too! Done it, see? No more agonising all night over a hot computer. Trying to work out how many panels. How much steel. Measurements! I'll just repeat the cage order. Tell Pat to copy Exactly what he did, last time. We could do it with our eyes shut! And, I Know it'll all be fantastic ~ Again!

So, there we are. I have Another, well established man, with His ear to the ground, for my new birds :) Some bastard's got to have them! There Will be silly money available too! No fucks given! I can't Afford to hang about!

So, now 'my' birds are going to Sligo. This time, next year? People will be on peoples yards. They'll see Partridge Mod's. And they'll say: " Mandi's birds? That lunatic in Leitrim? Yeah. Fucking Everywhere now, aren't they?! " LMAO!

'Mandi Cams Dackers'; Single handedly trying to keep Modern Game Bantams going, in Ireland!

Love It! :D