Do Z and the Sage feel lucky? Well, do we?

All went well thank you – although there was something of a hiccup at one stage when we thought we’d lost a piece. I may tell you about it, too tired now, I don’t want to relive anything worrying.

What’s really lovely is that all our family help out. Weeza and Zerlina came over in the early afternoon and Phil drove up from Ipswich where he works (he usually goes to work by bike and train, but took the car for once) and took z home for bed so that Weeza would be free for the sale itself. Ro came by train from Norwich after work to do the bidder registration and accounts, and Al drove over, also after work, to ‘show’ the lots during the sale – that is, to hold each item up for potential bidders to see during the sale. Afterwards, he left to finish clearing up the shop and get ready for the morning and to put in his orders – he arrived home after 11pm, having started work at 8am. Dilly had her own children to care for, but let Tilly out a few times during the day and fed her. We’re so lucky to have such a family.

We’re also lucky to have such obliging bantams. The Sage took a tray of eggs to the shop for sale this morning, so when I suggested bacon and eggs for lunch there was only one in the rack in the kitchen. He went out to see if there were any more laid. He was several minutes. Then he returned and gave me two eggs. One was still warm. “She laid it for me while I waited,” he explained, grinning.

There was just one glassful of wine left in the bottle. We shared it, but funnily enough both our glasses were rather more than half full.

7 comments on “Do Z and the Sage feel lucky? Well, do we?

  1. Anonymous

    I am genuinely fascinated… how on earth do you get a chicken to lay an egg whilst someone waits?

    Is it sheer coincidence, a bit of Pavlovian stimuli and training, perhaps some gentle squeezing? Or does a chicken simply retain some inherent cognitive ability to sense that, well, egg-laying duty calls?


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