Page 35 The days past and I continued getting the garden ready for, Vegetables.


Page 35

The days past and I continued getting the garden ready for,
 Vegetables.

Mother was still unaware of my plans to create a veg plot so at the moment I was not getting any opposition, oh the joys of defying the parent.

 Today when I went to mothers I took with me six pots that I had planted runner beans in,

“Can you look after these for me?” I ask.

“Why and what do I have to do?” mother questions

“I have run out of space in my green house, all you need to do is water them” I say innocently.

Mother agrees, looking at the pots and I felt that it would give her something to do, also it is nice to watch seeds grow.

While mother was pondering over the pots looking very suspiciously at them I nipped into the garden to sow some carrots and parsnips, into the illegal vegetable plot.

“Where did you dash off to?” mother asked.

“Oh just to put some stuff away that I had left out” (true I had to put the seeds away, in the soil)

Mother was sat down at this point so I made a cup of tea,

“You never did say what you have in those pots” mother looks at me suspiciously.

“How about you wait for them to grow and see if you can guess” I tease.

Better change the subject quick, so I ask,

“Have you watched any good programs on the television lately?”

That was a question and a half, little did I realise.

“Yes I was watching one about hawks and birds of prey, and they had this chap on who breeds them.” Mother said delightedly. “It was fascinating, this bloke, the breeder collected the sperm from the birds and his wife artificially inseminated the eggs”

“How on earth did they manage that” I was intrigued.

“Well” mother went on to explain “the man put on this hat that was covered in feathers, it also had holes in it, then went in the pen with the male birds”

 Mother was really enjoying imparting this information.

“The man stood in the middle of the pen” mother continued “and the birds flew on to his hat and mated with it and that’s how they collected the sperm”

I burst out laughing “so you were sat watching a bird doing unmentionable things to a mans head”

“Well yes I suppose I was” mother grinned

“Mother that is called bird porn” I laughed.

Honestly my mother gets worse.

Till next time

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I suppose, one could say, he'd got a feather in his cap!
14 December 2019 at 16:37
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