I only had a T shirt, fleece waistcoat and a thin cotton coat on but still went, just a short mile walk around the pen birds just in case a fox was lurking.
I called by Dads pool that the two sons called it in memory of their father, I liked Mr Key, we got on well. A Catholic family man that liked a clean joke and gave me the freedom of a thousand acres+ to do as I please to which his two sons also permit, Thankyou.
On leaving soaking wet some birds were walking up the private road so I set Tia at work dogging them back, she did real good and was in control all the time. Sometimes I had to raise my voice to overcome her excitment but mostly I could stop her and "hup"her. We push 50 odd poults back towards home anyway.
The pool is marked with a piece of local granite and a plaque I thought I would show you;
Nath
