Sorry.. had to say it. Titles! 
Actually I did a double (or is it triple) take when i saw this shot. I actually thought I only had two roosters who looked exactly the same – Son of Neanderthal Man, and the Son of The Son of Neanderthal Man. Neanderthal Man had the feathers on his feet so I know he has not risen from the grave but who the hell is this other guy? How did I miss this. I have three identical roosters.
Maybe I have been blaming a little TOO much on the drink!
Hairy MacLairy wonders how I did not know.
Queenie Wineti is excited for me – on the inside.
Daisy is not even speaking to me. 
She just offered me her profile and pooped in a tidy pile.
“That’s a nice healthy poo, Daisy!” I said, attempting to be cheerful, as you do. Poo is important on a farmy. A Healthy sweet smelling pile of steaming poo is great!
She said nothing, again.
“She is not speaking to you”, said Queenie. “For obvious reasons.”
“Hmm,” I said. As you do.
Sheila followed me around all afternoon. Not letting me out of her sight. Every time I looked over she was watching me. She lay on her belly resting her head on her paws like a dog and watched me.
“If you do what I think you are going to do then I am digging my way out, under the fence” she called out to me. “Then I am going to go and roll in the flower gardens!”
“You behave yourself Sheila Marie” I said, “Don’t you go doing anything clever while I am away.”
“Wouldn’t want to show you up” she snorted.
“Smart ass” I said. Pulling my hoses over to the chook house.
“Paddock language” she called after me.
“I am IN a paddock!”
“Not much of a paddock,” grumbled Charlotte, “it is all stones and rocks under this thin and quite ridiculous cover of grass and weeds.”
“Shut up, Charlotte” said Sheila. “Sometimes you sound like you swallowed a dictionary”
“It was not me who ate that dictionary, that was you, Sheila. You shut up!”
“You wanna come over here and say that, Charl. I could eat you for breakfast..”
“Pork does not eat pork, that is disgusting. Where were you brought up?”
“Same place as you. A Pig Sty. You are a big fat pig Charl. You are so fat that when you reverse – your bum makes a beeping sound.”
“Miss C whined charlotte. Sheila called me fat. She called me the F word. I am not fat I am just chubby. Miss C.”
“Well Charlotte honey, you have been putting on the pies a wee bit lately, you need to share with Sheila. You were slightly mean at dinner time, hogging the food”
“Just because you have your nose out of joint because skinny people have the same baggage allowance as big boned people.”
“Well it, kind of, feels a little unfair.” I told her.
” Like I care. Stop it that tickles. Miss C, Sheila is tickling me with her snouty snout. Ah .. Sheila!”
Sound of little gallopy pig hooves as they run off to dig in the dirt.
When we were out the other day I was talking to a fellow who reads the blog every day, our discussion turned to the Daily View. I said no, I was not going to change it to something more interesting because after staring at the same static wintry view, you will feel the sameness of the environment with me. You will all join me in absolute excitement when the first snow falls (but not on the day I fly out) or, that blasted wreck is towed away, or the little tree is encased in ice, or the big doors are opened, or the first daffodil, or a bud appears on the hydrangea in the spring.
“But.” he said, “That will take months.”
“Oh, I know.” I answered.
“She wants everyone to share the tedium,” said John.
Exactly. Then we will all share the real down country joys of spring.
But it is too early to talk of spring. For now I must go and hoist my pump out of the kitchen – back into its wagon, put on my clown pants, then my scarf, then my hattie, then my Carhart farm jacket, then my gumboots and gloves. Go out into the cold dark morning and drag the pump to the barn and set it up, then come back to the house and collect the hoses and the pulsater and take them out and set that up, then come back to the house and fill three buckets with warm water and grab one for milk and take them out to the barn. That takes two trips. Then come in and collect Camera house. In between I will feed my waking crew of animals. Then I will milk. I love it though. The mornings are my favourite set of farm chores. Though it is 17F out there.
Good morning. Have a lovely day. SIX more sleeps!
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
53 responses to “The Three Rooskerteers”
I used to like the cows the most but now I’m a big fan of the piggies! Bet you are all excited about going home, huh? t
I love the Daily View 🙂
“Share the tedium!” That’s just so great! No, it’s a very rich view. I was actually thinking about it the other day and wondered if I could repeatedly take a photo anywhere in my little corner of the world where there would be any discernible difference year-round. I don’t think so! I do think Charlotte and Sheila are just a little bit whiny because they wish you weren’t taking a grand adventure without them. I sometimes watch Toot and Puddles with my granddaughters. I know what bon vivants pigs can be! 🙂
Too funny – “You are so fat that when you reverse – your bum makes a beeping sound.”
Only 6 more sleeps – yippee!
🙂 Mandy xo
Hip, hip hooray. Roosters. You made our day.:)
Did you drop another one off?.. c
Two more. TonTon might have intercepted the other.:)
Aha, well that would explain the strange crowing noises coming from under the verandah, i though he was looking particularly innocent this morning! snapped.. c
On the contrary, Queenie is just wondering when you will finally leave, so she can get her party on.
Excellent! Poker probably, she has a perfect poker face! c
Ithink the animals are acting up to hide the fact that they are planning a surprise going away party for you. Don’t tell them I told you about it, please.
I won’t tell if you won’t. Though I am a bit dubious about the food!! c
How on earth did you miss such a colourful rooster?!!! Now our roosters are a totally different kettle of fish, all shades of white and grey; a bit like the sky these days so a good escuse for missing the odd one. But your guys, with their colourful display challenging any artist’s palette, well, I think that Daisy said it all!
Christine
P.S. Speaking of palettes, my latest painting project is of that handsome chap, Ton Ton. (I need a change from cats and ducks!) In the past, you’ve said that you don’t mind people downloading your photos, but I thought I’d check before posting my efforts – assuming they turn out alright that is! Let me know if there’s a problem!
I guess I thought I was seeing the same rooster twice, I must pay more attention, maybe there are other doubles on the farm that I am thinking are only one! oops that sentence makes no sense at all but I am sure you will understand what I mean.. c
and how exciting that you have made a painting of Ton, when you post it I must make a print of it for the wall! and yes I really meant it when I said you can have any photo.. I don’t mind at all!.. c
That’s great! If you’d like to email me your postal address (garybuie@btopenworld.com) Then you can have the original if you’d like – assuming I don’t make a mess of it of course!
Christine
Oh I am sure you won’t make a mess of it! I love it when you start your winter art. My email address is celima.g.7@gmail.com, maybe you could drop me a line and we can connect! How fantastic.. c
Even though I really do not much like roosters, I do love the colors in your three, ummmm, two. Just a great shot.
I love the daily view, too. I hope you do a slide show in the spring.
This is one of my favorite posts of yours. I love your naughty little farm friends!
It is never too early to think of spring, miss c.
You are so right Sweetie, Ah spring..what a thought.. c
Yes..think Spring! Oh by the way you are getting a seed catalog today! (big smile here!)
Brrrrr Celi! I must admit that I’m struggling a bit with the cold weather that comes with fall and winter. Hopefully I’ll get more like you and love it. I guess I must just bundle up and burst out the door singing! That will get the morning off to a good start!!! 🙂 xo
I love it – until my hands actually hurt so much I work saying ow ow ow ow .. double gloves tomorrow morning i think.. and NEVER grab a metal chain in these temps when your hands are wet! Don’t do that!! have a good one.. c
Loved your post this morning! Made me laugh out loud several times. Have a lovely day! 🙂
I will and so will you, do we get to see inside the new house today?.. I will pop over later, first I have to go to the hairdressers and try and talk her into chopping my bloody hair off! c
No, I can’t see the inside until we sign the papers on the 7th! Another hopefully nice surprise. Fingers crossed. We are headed out an hour from here today to winter camp for the next 10 or 11 days…eek. Wish me luck. Good luck at the hair dressers!
I love the picture of Queenie!
And I love seeing the daily view – it gives me something to look for ……… like a puzzle (“hmmm, what is different on the Farmy today?”). Sometimes it’s the same sort of picture but I can always spot SOMETHING that’s new!
You be careful out in the dark carrying all those buckets of water – try not to slosh too much just in case it freezes…… and is then slippery!
Have a good day Celi!
This day’s post just made me smile!