Yesterday morning I did half the chores then drove in the cooking oil car to the village, picked up my Mother-in-Law (The Matriarch) and drove her to a bigger town to catch the bus to Chicago for the weekend at 7.30am. Before I left I fed everyone who needed feeding and at the very last I took Kupa his feed and replenished his water bowl with rain water from my enamel jug . He tocked tocked quietly as he moved his body for me.
Mama was quiet so off we went. The whole trip took an hour and a half.
The first thing we did when we got back was run into the house to turn the coffee machine on, then went back out into the field to look at Mama. By now I had The Matriarchs dog with me too. So all four of us (two dogs, one sheep and I) were stood in The Corridor Paddock, resting on one foot, heads to the side in the early morning sun, staring at Mama, who stared back, when we heard this enormous fog horn honk from the barn.
All four of our heads snapped towards the barn doors. Then in a moment of pure comedy the dogs looked at each other, then they both looked at Mama. Who clearly said to the enquiring stares. Not me! I only ever do silent ones. 
Then this big booming honk was heard again from the barn and both dogs and I looked at each other with the AHA moment. This was a peacock calling.
Kupa wanted OUT! Right now. Honk! We all turned and ambled towards the barn, Mama was only allowed as far as the gate, so she had to stick her head right through the bars to watch us process into the back of the barn. Two cats and a rooster were sitting on separate barn gates watching the peacock. And there he was, pacing in his pen, his tail held stiffly above the straw like heavy tissue, his head up, literally bristling with annoyance. The term high dudgeon came to mind. I was making him late. His gate was still shut. I opened his little door and without further ado he swished past, like a very proper matron in hooped skirts, turning slightly so as not to touch dirty urchins on the street, past me, past the dogs, past the cats, past the rooster, past the sheep’s head and out into the sun. Thank you very much he did not say.
Good morning. It is another fine and glorious still morning. Mama looked like she was thinking about lambing yesterday and I even went so far as to thaw the colostrum that I have waiting in the freezer. But then after pacing and carrying on, she lay back down, tucked her feet in tidily and went back to sleep.
She came to meet me every time I checked her in the night. So she is still all in one piece. And I have put the lambing bag back in the corner. I have decided that TonTon can carry his own torch and I will carry another one on our midnight jaunts. He never lights the right places!!
This morning TonTon and I will zoom to the Retirement Home for a visit with The Old Codger. Mama’s Minders are all on high alert. Then back to work!
Have a lovely day.
celi
PS As it is still a little cool this morning and we have a busy day ahead I thought I might have this for breakfast!..
The Kitchen's Garden 
68 responses to “Kupa finds his voice”
Good brekkies. Kupa certainly knows who has to open his door!
Oops, that posted too early. I really, really hope Mama lambs this weekend. I feel for her in a big way, but there you are sleeping with one ear open, Celi!
honey i am getting tired but not as tired as this sheep, tonight with great regret, i have locked the poor girl into the maternity pen in the barn, she is getting too big to walk about, her back legs are not taking it anymore.. and also when i pop in and out in the dark, i will know exactly where she is.. c
Tis the season for tulips and I’ve taken some brilliant images myself..though SG is no the type of site to display them on. 🙂 Have a great weekend Cecilia!
H aha ah oh i don’t know, some of those soccor hooligans liked roses!!.. surely you could do tulips! i want to see them.. c
Mornin’ Celi.
You made me laugh with your ‘exchange of glances”! You’ve only had Kupa two minutes and already he has attitude – I think he’s settled in.
The tulips are a gorgeous colour, very pretty. Hope the weekend is eventful for Mama – we are all waiting . . .
Poor mama, i think she is being worn out with the waiting.. c
Haha! I can see Kupa totally acclimated to the farmy… that’s great! But, oh Mama!! She’s playing hard to get… or hard to bear 😉
Hard to bear poor darling! c
I know just what sound Kupa made, and I can just imagine how it startled the other animals! They’d undoubtedly not heard that cry before…it’s a haunting sound until you get used to it! He’s obviously quite at home…he is a lucky boy! Even rain water for his drink. Fingers crossed that Mama delivers this weekend! I could just picture rushing from one appointment to the next with one eye continually towards her corner! 🙂 Debra
That is exactly it Debra.. soon, soon I keep telling her.. c
very funny 🙂 and your tulips are just gorgeous!
That’s so funny – we have 15 of the honkers!!!
FIFTEEN! wow, that is fantastic! c
I love how your writing really draws the reader in.. I could just picture everyone looking around, wondering what that noise was:) Kupa is a pretty special bird.. such colors.. truly magnificent!! xoxo
Thank you smidge, and yes i think that Kupa is a perfect addition! c
How did I miss that you have a car that runs on cooking oil? Please don’t tell me that I’m being gullible as it sounds quite marvellous.
No you are not being gullible.. we are lucky that john has a workshop set up to refine cooking oil into gas for a diesel motor, so in the summer I toodle about for free!.. morning roger.. c
LOL @ Kupa!! The tulips pics are beautiful!!! I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!
TonTon told me he’d be high maintenance with all that plummage.
LOL! Poor Mama! I’ve been there too – pacing, pacing thinking this was it and nope….false alarm yet again. 🙂 Oh and that Kupa! I just love looking at those pictures. He’s just so beautiful!!!!
That sheep is like watching a pot waiting for it to boil? Great pictures as usual
poor sheep! c
I love those peacock cries! “Help!” they say! funny things.
That looks like my kinda breakfast! Such a graceful sound for such a beautiful and regal bird. Hehe, I love how you described your comic moment, I could see it all happening. Thank you. 🙂