Ribh's D'Coopage

[Aussie-Chookmum]

It's still Wednesday! Here is a photo I took earlier at the breakfast bar.

 

[Shadrach]

I'm sorry life has taken this turn Shad. How are things in blighty?

Things are very different. I won't go into all the difficulties due to the circumstances under which I find myself here.
This May has been the wettest for the last decade and it's not warm, even by British standards.
I spent the ten day quarantine period required for entry into the UK at my eldest sisters which was lovely. I hadn't seen her or her husband for quite a few years although we kept in touch via the net. She has chickens!
I'm staying with my daughter and her husband currently while I slog my way through various bits of bureaucratic nonsense to do with residency rights. Technically I'm homeless.
I've joined the rest of the population it seems and now leave the house equipped with a smart phone which I am gradually learning how to use, bits of plastic that I'm told are money and a head full of passwords.
Bristol, which is where I am now is relatively slow paced compared to other cities but compared to halfway up a mountain in Catalonia surrounded by woodland and animals it's hectic and just watching others rushing about trying to pretend that what they are doing is incredibly important just wears me out.
Of course, the UK is still running at reduced capacity and I'm sure the place will look a lot more crowded when the rest of the population 'working' from home are let out.
I managed to get registered with a doctor a week ago and consequently got my first Covid jab a couple of days later.
I've got lots of writing to do. A couple of charities which I have been in contact with both in Spain and here in the UK are interested in my story; not because it is particularly interesting, but because it's well documented and illustrates many of the problems that the political ideologists have overlooked, or not cared about in their xenophobic rush to wave a flag and thumb their noses at other nations.
I don't miss Spain much because of the kind of life I led there. I haven't got to the point of missing the weather there yet either. What I miss is the chickens who I think about often.
I have heard from the man who is helping to take care of them and only one, Tack, is missing assumed broody on a nest.
Chicken Tax.

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

Things are very different. I won't go into all the difficulties due to the circumstances under which I find myself here.
This May has been the wettest for the last decade and it's not warm, even by British standards.
I spent the ten day quarantine period required for entry into the UK at my eldest sisters which was lovely. I hadn't seen her or her husband for quite a few years although we kept in touch via the net. She has chickens!
I'm staying with my daughter and her husband currently while I slog my way through various bits of bureaucratic nonsense to do with residency rights. Technically I'm homeless.
I've joined the rest of the population it seems and now leave the house equipped with a smart phone which I am gradually learning how to use, bits of plastic that I'm told are money and a head full of passwords.
Bristol, which is where I am now is relatively slow paced compared to other cities but compared to halfway up a mountain in Catalonia surrounded by woodland and animals it's hectic and just watching others rushing about trying to pretend that what they are doing is incredibly important just wears me out.
Of course, the UK is still running at reduced capacity and I'm sure the place will look a lot more crowded when the rest of the population 'working' from home are let out.
I managed to get registered with a doctor a week ago and consequently got my first Covid jab a couple of days later.
I've got lots of writing to do. A couple of charities which I have been in contact with both in Spain and here in the UK are interested in my story; not because it is particularly interesting, but because it's well documented and illustrates many of the problems that the political ideologists have overlooked, or not cared about in their xenophobic rush to wave a flag and thumb their noses at other nations.
I don't miss Spain much because of the kind of life I led their. I haven't got to the point of missing the weather there yet either. What I miss is the chickens who I think about often.
I have heard from the man who is helping to take care of them and only one, Tack, is missing assumed broody on a nest.
Chicken Tax.
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That's a major lifestyle change for sure. At least it is good news on the chooks. I bet they are missing you too.

I hope the bureaucracy goes as smoothly as possible, but knowing how bureaucracy usually works, I'll leave you with this bit of advice from one of my favourite cartoonists.

 

[Ribh]

Things are very different. I won't go into all the difficulties due to the circumstances under which I find myself here.
This May has been the wettest for the last decade and it's not warm, even by British standards.
I spent the ten day quarantine period required for entry into the UK at my eldest sisters which was lovely. I hadn't seen her or her husband for quite a few years although we kept in touch via the net. She has chickens!
I'm staying with my daughter and her husband currently while I slog my way through various bits of bureaucratic nonsense to do with residency rights. Technically I'm homeless.
I've joined the rest of the population it seems and now leave the house equipped with a smart phone which I am gradually learning how to use, bits of plastic that I'm told are money and a head full of passwords.
Bristol, which is where I am now is relatively slow paced compared to other cities but compared to halfway up a mountain in Catalonia surrounded by woodland and animals it's hectic and just watching others rushing about trying to pretend that what they are doing is incredibly important just wears me out.
Of course, the UK is still running at reduced capacity and I'm sure the place will look a lot more crowded when the rest of the population 'working' from home are let out.
I managed to get registered with a doctor a week ago and consequently got my first Covid jab a couple of days later.
I've got lots of writing to do. A couple of charities which I have been in contact with both in Spain and here in the UK are interested in my story; not because it is particularly interesting, but because it's well documented and illustrates many of the problems that the political ideologists have overlooked, or not cared about in their xenophobic rush to wave a flag and thumb their noses at other nations.
I don't miss Spain much because of the kind of life I led there. I haven't got to the point of missing the weather there yet either. What I miss is the chickens who I think about often.
I have heard from the man who is helping to take care of them and only one, Tack, is missing assumed broody on a nest.
Chicken Tax.
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I would be fretting so much about Tack. That must be unbelievably hard for you.

 

[RoyalChick]

Things are very different. I won't go into all the difficulties due to the circumstances under which I find myself here.
This May has been the wettest for the last decade and it's not warm, even by British standards.
I spent the ten day quarantine period required for entry into the UK at my eldest sisters which was lovely. I hadn't seen her or her husband for quite a few years although we kept in touch via the net. She has chickens!
I'm staying with my daughter and her husband currently while I slog my way through various bits of bureaucratic nonsense to do with residency rights. Technically I'm homeless.
I've joined the rest of the population it seems and now leave the house equipped with a smart phone which I am gradually learning how to use, bits of plastic that I'm told are money and a head full of passwords.
Bristol, which is where I am now is relatively slow paced compared to other cities but compared to halfway up a mountain in Catalonia surrounded by woodland and animals it's hectic and just watching others rushing about trying to pretend that what they are doing is incredibly important just wears me out.
Of course, the UK is still running at reduced capacity and I'm sure the place will look a lot more crowded when the rest of the population 'working' from home are let out.
I managed to get registered with a doctor a week ago and consequently got my first Covid jab a couple of days later.
I've got lots of writing to do. A couple of charities which I have been in contact with both in Spain and here in the UK are interested in my story; not because it is particularly interesting, but because it's well documented and illustrates many of the problems that the political ideologists have overlooked, or not cared about in their xenophobic rush to wave a flag and thumb their noses at other nations.
I don't miss Spain much because of the kind of life I led there. I haven't got to the point of missing the weather there yet either. What I miss is the chickens who I think about often.
I have heard from the man who is helping to take care of them and only one, Tack, is missing assumed broody on a nest.
Chicken Tax.
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Wishing you all the best Shad. Such a big adjustment is difficult particularly when it wasn’t what you were looking for.
I am so glad you are checking in here from time to time. Look after yourself.

 

[Aussie-Chookmum]

You might like this one too @Shadrach

 

[Grammy60]

Good evening everyone

 

[rjohns39]

Good evening folks

Shad, wishing you all the best

 

[LozzyR]

Violet took the babies outside today. All 3 babies are doing great!!
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I did get some up close pictures of the babies.
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So adorable!

 

[LozzyR]

She started out by hopping up on my knee.​

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She then moved up to my shoulder.
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And there she stayed while everyone meandered up to bed until she was forcefully removed.
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She’s so lovely.