Friday, 12 February 2016

Task 56: Milk a Moo Man cow

I have a feeling this is going to be a longer blog than most - there's lots to tell you about!   



I'm going to begin by introducing you to Iris, the very special little girl who was my companion on this task. She's 2 years old, she's gorgeous and she's the younger sister of Thea in whose memory I'm fund-raising for Shooting Star Chase Children's Hospice Care. 


I asked Iris at Christmas whether she'd be willing to come along with her grandmother Carol (previously seen heading down the Thames on a Clipper with me) to help me milk a cow. Iris said she was up for the challenge - well, perhaps more accurately, Iris's parents, Annabel and Rob, very gamely gave my idea their blessing. So it was now down to me to source a willing cow....




But hold on a second, just how exactly did the cow-milking task come about?  In truth, it all stems from an appointment with my dentist. As a health care professional with excellent clinician-patient communication skills, he had been asking politely about my then embryonic sixtyat60 plans. 'Do you know, I was listening to an interview on the radio yesterday' he said as I settled into the chair, 'It was with a woman who was doing a challenge a bit like yours, and she described how she'd just tried milking a cow.....' By then he was mid-procedure and I was unable to utter a word in response (you know how it is at the dentist). But in my mind I went 'Aha!' and I shamelessly squirrelled away the idea for myself.  

As I added the cow milking task to my list, I couldn't resist upping the ante.  'If I'm going to milk a cow, it has to be a Moo Man cow' I thought.  Shall I elaborate a little?  'The Moo Man' is a funny, beautiful, emotional, eye-opening observational documentary about a dairy farmer in Hailsham called Stephen Hook and his herd of cows, led by the magnificent Ida (see Ida below). The film shows Steve's fight to establish an independent raw milk delivery service and bears witness to the amazing bond that he has with his cows. The Moo Man was selected to be shown at the Sundance Festival in 2013 and it went down a storm there (the Sundance Festival director called it his 'crazy favourite'). My friend Linda and I saw it at our local cinema in Uckfield a few months later and agreed that it was one of the most touching and stand-out documentaries we've seen in a long time - hence my wish to milk a Moo Man cow. Of course it was an absolute given that Task 56 would be categorised as a 'Select a Celeb' in the sixtyat60 list.



Now as you may have observed from what I've written so far, there was one crucial flaw to Task 56 - I had no idea whether Farmer Steve would be willing to let a complete beginner milkmaid loose on the udders of one of his prize cows. There was only one way to find out. Two months ago I plucked up my courage and emailed the Hook & Son Sales Team, my heart in my mouth (that poor heart of mine does seem to have visited my mouth rather a lot over the last 8 months).  And guess what, in less than an hour I received the fantastic news that Steve was willing to help me and Iris achieve the task. I was so excited!! And after various communications between us over the next few weeks, a date was set for Task 56 to take place.

Last Sunday, the big cow-milking day finally dawned.  Carol and Iris were ready bright and early for their key roles as Task 56 companions, together with Carol's husband, Grandpa Pete, who very nobly agreed at the eleventh hour to be chauffeur, photographer and grand-daughter holder as required. Here are the three of them on our arrival at Longley's Farm. Please note Iris's very smart new wellies and the woolly hat she's purloined from her Bam-Bam (aka Carol).



We were given a warm welcome by Phil (Steve's father), and by Steve, who was getting stuck into the morning milking session.  We took a little wander round the farm before going into the milking section. Iris found some 10-week old calves, who definitely took a shine to her (and to Carol's hand).



Then we returned to the milking parlour to be greeted by a group of very relaxed-looking cows who were already connected to the milking machinery. Steve explained that every cow belongs to its own family within the herd, and is called by the name of its birth mother. Kate is the biggest family (the 200th Kate calf was born recently) and there are other fine-sounding families, including Ida, Rowena, Kitty, Teena, Ruby and Jill. 


 

Once milked, the first group of 5 cows were free to leave and one by one they sauntered zen-like back into the yard. The next group lined up by the machinery and my task started in earnest. Steve asked me to don an apron and gloves. All of a sudden I took on the appearance of a farm hand - but would the cows be convinced??



Steve demonstrated each stage of milking the cows, which I then attempted to replicate as masterfully as I could. Before each procedure I was asked to place my hand on the cow's flank (see photo) to let them know I was about to tamper with their udder regions. The first stage was to clean and dry each teat (did you know that cows's udders have four teats? I certainly didn't - but then I think you're only too aware by now that I have many worrying gaps in my general knowledge). 



Now came a key stage for the purposes of my task. Each teat had to be squeezed manually to remove any milk that might have been sitting there for a while, making it vulnerable to bacteria. Steve demonstrated on the first cow and I then attended to the other four cows - yes, that's a total of 16 teats I had to squeeze! Here's the evidence that I was successful. Just look at that squirt of milk. Well done Carol for catching it on camera.  Was Iris impressed? I like to think so. 



Next came the attachment of vacuum suction machinery to the teats.  I was given the responsibility of attaching the machinery to 'Jill 41', who tolerated my cack-handed attempt with stoic resignation. Her milk began to collect in the glass bottle like magic - such a satisfying moment. After the milk had been collected, we checked her udder to make sure it was nice and soft. Then I removed the teat cups and applied iodine to the teats. Job done!



I removed my apron/gloves, we said our goodbyes to Steve, Iris waved farewell to the cows, and the four of us headed home. 



What an udderly moovellous morning we'd had (just had to pop a pun or two in somewhere). Carol, Peter and I were very struck by how docile, gentle and friendly the cows had been throughout our visit. Steve says that from the moment that the calves are born two rules are applied - no shouting and no arm-waving. Goodness, if only those core principles could be applied on a global scale.... 

And what did Iris think of her visit to the Moo Man farm? What I can tell you is that she was an absolute little star from start to finish. We were very proud of her. Her favourite moment was watching some tiny calves being fed by a mother cow (the little black one on the left was just 5 days old).  Although she was a bit taken aback by the cows' lack of toilet training.

  

I'm truly indebted to Steve Hook and his fantastic team for supporting my sixtyat60 challenge and to Steve for a wonderful visit last Sunday - it was a privilege to witness first-hand the relationship he has with his gang of four-legged girls and as you can tell, my Moo Man cow-milking experience was a memorable one. If you'd like to read about Hook & Son farming methods, produce and services, my suggestion is to take a look at their website at www.hookandson.co.uk/ - it's a really well designed site packed full of info, and you can register to receive regular newsletters, which are far better written than my blog!


  
And finally, the biggest of hugs and a huge thank you to my tiny bovine buddy Iris for coming to the Moo Man Farm with me, along with her lovely grandparents.  Iris's whole family was an absolute inspiration in their care of Iris's big sister Thea throughout her little life. Their devoted love enabled Thea to engage with the world and achieve milestones way beyond anyone's expectations. She chuckled, she chatted, she played and her personality blossomed, regardless of the profound difficulties she was born with.  And I see this same wonderfully devoted love by the family for Iris, who, as this blog shows, is a real joy to spend time with, whether it's showing off her new wellies, bonding with baby calves or singing 'The cows on the bus go moo, moo, moo' very tunefully in Grandpa Pete's car. So this post is dedicated to two small sisters, Thea and Iris, both of whom hold a very special place in my heart. 


 


I'm doing the sixtyat60 challenge to raise funds for Shooting Star Chase children's hospice care in memory of little Thea Redford. Shooting Star Chase provided Thea's parents Annabel and Rob with much needed respite care, support and expertise during Thea's life and offer a vital service to children and young people with life-limiting conditions and their families - they are there to make every second count. Only 10% of their income is government-funded, so they are reliant on upon their supporters' generosity. You can find out more about the work of Shooting Star Chase by visiting their website at http://www.shootingstarchase.org.uk/  And if you'd like to make a donation, do please visit my JustGiving page at https://www.justgiving.com/sixtyat60challenge/  
     

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Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Task 19: Be member of I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue (ISIHAC) audience

One of my favourite comedians ever is Jack Dee - described fondly by his colleagues as 'a little ray of sleet', his grumpy deadpan delivery always has me in stitches. Andrew and I went to a memorable pre-tour warm-up show of his in Haywards Heath a few years back, where he (Jack, not Andrew) spent most of the evening trying to cajole the over-polite mid-Sussex audience to do a bit of heckling. In 2009 he became the chair of renowned Radio 4 show I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue and brought a whole new audience to 'Clue' with him. Well, he brought me anyway. I've been an enthusiastic listener ever since, although I realise that makes me a relative sprog in ISIHAC fanbase terms. 




ISIHAC shows are recorded live and sound an absolute riot, hence being a member of the audience seemed a great task to add to my sixtyat60 list. However it's incredibly difficult to get tickets to attend the recording sessions, and so I gave myself the option of attending an ISIHAC touring show, where the frenzy to obtain tickets is a little less, er, frenzied.  In October the news broke that the ISIHAC tour would be coming to Brighton on 30 January. Katherine contacted me in great excitement. Katherine is the very special daughter of one of my oldest friends Sue (see Task 40 where I described the beautiful flowering cherry tree planted in our garden in Sue's memory) and is not only a committed sixtyat60 follower but also an avid Clue fan. What finer companion for Task 15? Tickets were successfully purchased and Task 19 was up and running. 



Last Saturday our ISIHAC day dawned and Katherine and I convened at at an Italian restaurant for a pre-show bite to eat. An idea was beginning to develop small shoots in my mind. 'I was just wondering' I said to Katherine rather tentatively, 'whether we should go round to the stage door after the show and see if we can get a photo of me with one of the panelists - what do you think?'  Katherine's eyes gleamed at the prospect. A tentative idea became a formulated plan in the time it took the waiter to thrust his massive pepper grinder at my bowl of risotto. Wow, that sounds positively Samantha-esque (ISIHAC in-joke guys).

We arrived at the Dome and settled into our stall seats, along with freely distributed kazoos. The show started. Jack Dee was in the chair of course (yay - my anti-hero hero!) To his left were panelists Tim Brooke-Taylor and new boy Miles Jupp. On the right were panelists Barry Cryer and Jeremy Hardy. Colin Sell was at the piano. The lovely Samantha was late as usual. 


Jack Dee's intro on Brighton & Hove was hilarious. My favourite line? 'Thieves broke into Brighton & Hove Albion's trophy room last Wednesday and made off with the carpet'.  OK, maybe you'd have to be a Crystal Palace fan to appreciate that one. Then onto the games. Katherine especially loved the sight of Barry Cryer shaking his hips Elvis-style singing one song to the tune of another. We both laughed ourselves senseless at Jack Dee's parody of Nicholas Parsons in Just a Minim.  Frankly we needed the interval to recover.

As I was calming down my over-stretched laughter muscles during the interval, it occurred to me that perhaps I should take a more strategic approach in my bid to get a photo of myself with an ISIHAC panelist. In my limited experience of such things (such as in Task 55 when meeting Anna Ternheim), I've found that events managers are extremely helpful 'can-do' people.  So I decided to put that theory to the test. The Dome events manager was quickly tracked down (encouraging sign). On garnering some info from me about the sixtyat60 challenge, he promised to have a word with the tour manager.....and guess what, within 5 mins Katherine and had I received the green light to go backstage at the end of the show. We were astounded and very excited (and it certainly proved my theory right about events managers).

The second half opened. My favourite line?  Radio announcement - 'On Thursday evening a documentary will investigate the Duchess of Windsor Mrs Simpson 's problems with sea-sickness - so that's on Thursday evening, Wallis and Vomit'.  Further rounds/more games took place, including the much loved and unfathomably complex Mornington Crescent (ooh they were so mean to newbie Miles Jupp....but he held his own - go Miles). 



The Pick-Up Song game was also brilliant. Katherine especially enjoyed Miles Jupp's rendition of YMCA and Jeremy Hardy's falsetto 'So lonely' by the Police, whilst I was bowled over by TIm Brooke-Taylor's version of Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus, especially the bottom wiggles.  Then the audience had to play 'I do like to be beside the seaside' on their kazoos and us 800 bods in the stalls were mortified to discover that the circle sounded far more tuneful than us ('It's just the acoustics' said Katherine comfortingly). 

The show ended to wild cheers and a final rattle of kazoos. Katherine and I made our way to the backstage door as we'd been instructed. The lovely tour manager greeted us warmly and led us through a rabbit warren of corridors.  All of a sudden we found ourselves at the threshold of a room deep in the bowels of the theatre, where much to my amazement the whole panel, bar Jeremy Hardy, was awaiting our arrival. They knew who I was and what I was doing, made suitably soothing noises about my age and asked me some questions about the challenge and the tasks. I tried to sound coherent and enthusiastic about the wonderful evening's entertainment we'd just had without sounding too fawning. I'm afraid I failed on all counts. Katherine kept her cool and took the required photo. Here's the evidence that we really were briefly in a room full of comedy greats - from left to right, Barry Cryer, Jack Dee, a 60 year old woman grinning like crazy, Tim Brooke-Taylor, Miles Jupp and Colin Sell.  



Katherine and I left the panel to their sandwiches and beer and made our way back through the rabbit warren into the open air, where we pinched ourselves and checked the photos on Katherine's phone to make sure we hadn't just dreamed the whole episode like Alice in Wonderland.  And then unlike Alice we had a glass of wine to celebrate. Here we are the following morning clutching our Clue mementos. Look closely and you may see a certain necklace hiding behind my programme (Day 48 - 12 days to go....)




A massive thank you to Katherine for being the perfect ISIHAC companion throughout what proved to be an even more exciting evening than we could ever have predicted. And my sincere thanks to Barry Cryer, Jack Dee, Tim Brooke-Taylor, Miles Judd and Colin Sell (and Jeremy Hardy in absentia) for a brilliant side-achingly funny show and for their support of my sixtyat60 challenge for Shooting Star Chase, which I'm truly touched by. Very importantly too, a special thanks goes to the Brighton Dome events manager and the ISIHAC tour manager - absolute gems both.  


I'm doing the sixtyat60challenge to raise funds for Shooting Star Chase children's hospice care in memory of a gorgeous little girl called Thea Redford. 




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Saturday, 23 January 2016

Task 22: Complete a 2000 piece jigsaw

Right now my life is well and truly in pieces - 2000 of them to be exact. Task 22 is finally on the table. Literally.

The jigsaw I've chosen to complete is the famous van Gogh painting 'Starry Night'. Did you know that the painting shows the view from the window of van Gogh's asylum room where he was being treated post ear-removal? Yes, you probably did know that, just as you knew that the Taj Mahal isn't anywhere near Mumbai



So why did I decide to include this particular task on my sixtyat60 list?  Well, that's an easy one.  In truth I have a bit of an addiction to jigsaws, especially those of an online variety. I'm a frequent visitor to a website called Jigidi where I compete against various unknown puzzlers all over the world to complete small to medium sized jigsaws in the fastest time possible. Oh dear, I've just made my life sound rather sad haven't I. Anyway, as you can tell, I regarded Task 22 as one of my more indulgent challenges and I was well up for it.

Until, that is, I made a start on Starry Night 2 weeks ago. And now, as I sit at the dining table day after day sifting through a veritable tsunami of blue swirly abstract jigsaw pieces, I'm beginning to experience something of van Gogh's inner turmoil and despair. Whenever Andrew comes into the dining room and sees me hunched over the table and cursing silently under my breath, he says in a mystified - albeit supportive - voice 'Why did you have to choose that jigsaw?'  A very reasonable question.  My response?

a)  I love impressionist and post-impressionist art
b)  Vincent (Starry Starry Night) by Don McLean was the song that Dave Lee Travis played on his radio show one memorable summer's evening back in 1973 in response to a postcard sent snailmail (ah those were the days) to the BBC studios by Jane, Loretta and me .
c)  I love a challenge. On second thoughts, can I change my mind about c)?

So how am I getting on with Task 22? Here's the fully deconstructed jigsaw 2 weeks ago.  Looks harmless enough doesn't it.



Here it is on Day 3 with the frame almost completed (yes, believe it or not, it took that long just to do the frame) and multiple pieces waiting patiently to be found their rightful place.....




Two weeks on and this is what the puzzle looks like now. All the time it's getting more and more difficult, as the few obvious little quirks like the cyprus tree (that dark pointy mountain-like structure on the left), the iconic crescent moon and ten (or is it eleven??) shiny stars are now pretty much completed, leaving a cornucopia of random blue frenetic brush-stroked sections to tinker with. Don't get me started.




I've now lined up all the unallocated pieces in rows. See the photo below, which I showed my hairdresser Will yesterday. 'Ooh Vivien' he said ' that's a bit OCD isn't it?'  Fair comment Will. Although in my defence I'm so stuck at the moment that I can't find anything else to do.  


I've worked out that if I'm to finish Starry Night by 30th May, I have to fit 16 pieces a day. Aargh.....is that honestly achievable?  Watch this space. Keep the faith Vivien - oh and stay well away from that ear.


I'm doing the sixtyat60challenge to raise funds for Shooting Star Chase children's hospice care in memory of a very special little girl called Thea Redford. 




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Sunday, 3 January 2016

Task 54: Shake hands with Crystal Palace legend - goal-keeper Julian Speroni


Of all the tasks in my sixtyat60 challenge, this may seem the most left-field one of the lot. Let's face it, I don't fit the standard profile of a Crystal Palace football supporter. Married to a a lifelong Palace fan, it's fair to say that for the first 35 years of our relationship, I struggled to cope with Andrew's CPFC passion. It's best I don't tell you the words I used to mutter under my breath whenever I heard that Match of the Day theme tune or those football pundits in full flow.  To make things worse, Andrew passed on his Palace allegiance to Michael and Jonathan. At family meals, Lucy and I would roll our eyeballs in girlie solidarity as the three Hunot males entered into yet another conversation about Palace's latest transfer deal or table position. In Lucy's/my defence we managed to put our negative attitudes to one side on Andrew's 60th birthday, when a party of 10 of us raised a glass to him in the Directors Box, visited the Selhurst Park dugout and watched Palace lose to Newcastle 2-0. And I did think the mascots were very cute.



That's how life was for us until May 2013. Then three things happened in quick succession. 

1.  I decided that I'd retire from work in May 2015 when I hit my 60th birthday. 
2.  Andrew received a tempting offer for a Palace season ticket.
3.  Palace got to the Play-off Final - and then won it.

We were sitting in Andrew's office a few days after the play-off final. Andrew was looking at the season ticket offer. 'Shall I buy one?' he was musing - more to himself than me really. All of a sudden it occurred to me that I was being very narrow-minded in my attitude towards the football world. Was it fair to be so critical about something I knew nothing about? Maybe it could be an interest for Andrew and me to share in retirement?  'Why not get two season tickets? Perhaps I could come along with you sometimes' I found myself saying. Andrew picked himself up off the floor...... 

Three months later, Andrew and I were sitting in our newly acquired seats in Block D. Kayla the eagle was flying back and forth from goalpost to goalpost. Pete the Eagle and Alice the Eagle were getting the crowd going around the edge of the pitch. The Crystals were doing their cheerleader thing.  Ian Holloway led the team onto the pitch to play their first game back in the Premiership. The stadium rocked to the sound of the Dave Clark Five and the home crowd went crazy. Blimey, what an amazing atmosphere - I loved it!

 


For a year I attended a number of home games. I enjoyed the general ambiance but I still didn't really get what supporting Palace is all about. And then on 14 September 2014 Palace played Burnley. It was 0-0 in the 85th minute when Burnley was awarded a penalty. Their fans went wild with anticipation. I found myself feeling sick with despair and hopelessness. We were bound to lose the match now. Scott Arfield took the kick.......and oh my lord, Julian Speroni actually saved it - what a legend!!!!!  Palace fans throughout the stadium, including Andrew and me, were all leaping up and down in utter joy and relief (tragedy eh Burnley fans). 



In that single moment I learnt what it was like to really really care about the game and I've never looked back. That sense of connection comes at a price of course.  My goodness, the highs and lows I go through now when I watch Palace play (take yesterday's game against Chelsea - what a low.....) But the CPFC family suffer and celebrate together, which is a great feeling. Oh and although Lucy was initially a bit put out that her mother was now taking part in transfer deal conversations at home, she's started attending the occasional game (go Lucy).

When I put together my sixtyat60 list, I wanted to be able to acknowledge my newbie Palace commitment in some way. In my book Julian Speroni stands head and shoulders above all others - and so Task 54 had to be to shake him by the hand.  After 12 years of stellar performances for CPFC, he's recently been replaced by Hennessey as first choice goal-keeper, and Andrew and I had to sit tight for a few weeks until he was selected to be on the bench.  

Last Sunday, when Palace was playing Swansea at home, the word was out - Speroni's on the bench today! After the match, the all-knowing doorman at the directors' lounge informed Andrew that Speroni would be making his exit from the building within the hour, so we hovered outside in anticipation like a pair of veteran strikers in the box. Steve Parish (Palace co-owner) came down the steps and everyone bowed (only kidding, but I think some of us wanted to).  Then all of a sudden Speroni appeared at the door. Andrew and I readied ourselves for action.  Andrew moved forward, saw his chance, took a shot, shook Speroni's hand, passed to me, I took aim, and yay......!! I had my Speroni handshake moment!!!  My friend LInda thinks I look like Mrs Overall from Acorn Antiques in the photo and I agree that the resemblance is quite uncanny (macaroons anyone?)



A very big thank you to Julian Speroni for being a true gentleman as well as for being an outstanding goal-keeper for Crystal Palace. I must also thank him for his role in saving Andrew and me from a further 20-30 years of Match of the Day tiffs.  And now, with sincere apologies to any of my girlfriends who think I've taken leave of my senses over the last 3 years.....be loud......be proud.......be Paaaaalaaaaace!



I'm doing the sixtyat60challenge to raise funds for Shooting Star Chase children's hospice care in memory of a very special little girl called Thea Redford. 




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Friday, 1 January 2016

Task 36: Pluck a chicken

Back in April I was on the phone to my friend Linda about my sixtyat60 list. She'd just proposed an additional task for the list - to go for a spin in a Caterham car. "Wow Linda, love it.....you're such a ideas person" I said admiringly. "Any other inspired suggestions up your sleeve?" Quick as a flash - "How about plucking a chicken?" she asked. Well now, I didn't see that one coming. Turns out Linda was an expert chicken plucker in late childhood, courtesy of visits to her aunt's farm during school holidays. But do you know what? I didn't bat an eyelid at Linda's challenge. During my own childhood my GP father received more than the occasional brace of pheasants from grateful farmer patients. After a disastrous first attempt at pheasant-plucking, my mother always called upon the services of our kindly village butcher to prepare them for the oven. It seemed high time to have a go myself.  So onto my list went chicken plucking, with the proviso that Linda would be my fellow plucker.


For several months Linda and I scratched our heads over how to source two chickens whose clogs were popped and in need of plucking. Then during the summer I visited a local waterfowl breeder called Simon, to take delivery of a pair of domestic ducks to keep on our pond (that's another story......) "I'll have 50 fat chickens to pluck and gut this Christmas" he said. "You can pluck a couple of them if you like." Task 36 and Christmas lunch duly sorted - hurrah!




Three days before Christmas, Linda and I rendezvoused at Simon's small-holding deep in the heart of the country. Linda's partner Peter attended as official photographer and chief plucker-supporter. It was a dark and stormy afternoon. We donned heavy-duty wellies and waterproofs and I wore a woolly hat, which gave me the appearance of a bag lady. We followed Simon, who was holding a huge and recently deceased chicken casually by its legs, across a field through the driving rain to his plucking shed, where he'd thoughtfully placed three chairs for us. We sat down and readied ourselves for the pluckfest. Simon placed a protective dust sheet over our laps (complemented my bag lady look perfectly) and handed us our two fowl. 

The body of my chicken lay across on my lap in a relaxed fashion, with its neck draped rather gracefully down my right leg, which meant that I could avoid its baleful stare. Linda's chicken had a very fine pair of pins on display.  



The plucking process was surprisingly therapeutic and soothing. As we plucked away, we all got chatting.  In particular, we heard about Simon's recent distressing experience of being raided in the middle of the night by people calling themselves the ALF. They had let out his 100 prize ducks and chickens, many of which were then caught and eaten by the local fox population. I mean, how 'liberating' could that possibly be for the poor chickens and ducks??  

After about 30 minutes I had pretty much removed every surplus feather from the body of my bird (see photo on left). Not bad for a virgin plucker eh.  Linda found that all her childhood plucking skills came surging back, and Peter provided a grand supporting role at her side.  Simon was quite impressed with our efforts. Satisfaction all round!



Of course Simon had plucked at least two chickens in the time it took Linda/Peter and me to pluck a single one each. Here he is at work.



Then Simon worked his magic on the chickens' guts and other bits that were superflous to requirement. This created an odour reminiscent, as Linda said, of her baby grandson's filled nappy. But it was worth it, as the chickens were transformed into oven-ready birds fit for a Waitrose chiller cabinet.


Dusk was falling fast. The rain lashed hard and the wind whipped wild. Linda, Peter and I left the plucking shed, two bagged birds in hand, and battled our way, slightly bloodied but definitely not bowed, back across the field to our cars.  

I'm proud to report that my chicken went down a storm on Christmas Day - it fed seven hungry meat-eating adults with seconds all round!  

 

So that's my chicken plucking capabilities finally put to the test. I do hope my mother would be impressed. Perhaps it's time to step up to the mark and find out if my newly honed skills would be transferable to a brace of pheasant. Although it might be wise to give our local kindly butcher a heads-up first. 

A huge thank you to Simon for setting up such an excellent chicken plucking experience for me.  An equally huge thank you to Linda for coming up with a second great idea for a sixtyat60 task - and to Linda and Peter for being such plucky plucking pals.  Oooh, one final question - did you happen to spot the piece of jewellery I was wearing round my neck in the plucking shed?  Yes indeed, another outing for that special necklace of mine. 16 days down, 44 to go......



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