A very good morning to you all, I hope you are all well and keeping as safe as possible. Now, I know that I’ve been a bit full on lately and after months of hibernation, I’m now bombarding you with posts. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is with us artsy types. Nothing…………nothing…….then full on!
Anyway I can’t wait to tell you about what happened this morning. I’m an early bird and rise before D.H every day, but he likes me to stay in bed beside him as he snoozes on for another hour or so. So I sit and catch up with the news on my iPad from the comfort of the bed and he drifts in and out of sleep beside me. It’s a win, win situation and works well for us on most mornings. Although I have to say, I’m parched and definitely ready for my morning coffee by the time he gets up to make it.
This morning turned out a little different though. It started the same, me getting my iPad, D.H snuggled up beside me. I’d had a quick read of the news items that interested me and had decided to see what was happening on FB, when I heard the plantation gates opening and Marcos the farm manager arriving for work. Quickly I jumped out of bed and put my dressing gown on; I needed to ask him if he would be watering the plantation today. I don’t do laundry on the days that the plantation gets watered, for obvious reasons.
Anyway, while I was chatting to him I heard a cockerel crowing. ‘That’s strange’, I thought, I’ve never heard that before. I said my goodbyes and went to get a drink of water, there it was again, a definite cock crowing. But by the time it had crowed three times D.H was up and asking if I knew where the crowing was coming from.
“It seems to be coming from the greenhouse” he said.
The greenhouse backs onto our bedroom, so slippers on, we both went out to investigate, no sign of it there, we looked in the orchard, but surely had there been a chuck in there Lola would have been enjoying a hearty chicken breakfast by now.
Back indoors the hunt continued, we listened at the bedroom window, then the spare-room, then the bathroom.
I thought about going and asking Marcos.
“Donde esta el pollo?” and then decided against it. I often ask him questions in my broken form of Spanish, he looks bemused, but replies anyway always ending with, “Comprendes?”
“No!” is more often than not my reply.
“It seems to be near Marcos’ van” D.H concluded.
“Perhaps in that case, we’d better stop looking.” I replied, grimacing.
“What do you mean?
“Well, if it’s in the van, he may have brought it here to…..how can I put this….extinguish it!”
“Oh, you might be right, we wouldn’t want to be subjected to that, especially before we’ve even had a coffee.”
By this time we had put two and two together and decided that it definitely had something to do with Marcos, plus only yesterday he’d brought us two dozen eggs, for no reason other than kindness.
We made drinks as the cock carried on crowing away, D.H decided that if it turned out not to have anything to do with Marcos, but that one of the farms nearby had diversified into hens, then he’d be ok with that, after all it was a natural sound. It would be fine for me because I’d be up with the hens anyway.
Drinks made, we went back to bed.
“Did you leave your iPad on the bed?” D.H asked.
“Yes, I was looking at ‘Canarian News Live’ on Facebook when Marcos arrived.”
The cockerel crowed again.
“Oh,” I said red faced as I picked up my iPad, just as the ‘Canarian News Live’ crowed again.
So to conclude, another win, win start to the day and I didn’t have to wait too long for my coffee this morning. I wonder if I could talk Marcos into getting some chucks!
Luv ya, and see you soon Ax