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We always used to have a milking cow..when I was a tad younger..well, ok, a Lot younger, it was my job to milk her, separate the milk, feed the calf and/or lambs with the de-creamed milk. A few exploits come to mind..there was always a dozen or so chooks floating around..heaps of chickens, attendant sparrow hawk and crows..and the occasional nest of rotten eggs. Of course, when they broke, they had a rather nefarious smell..and the contents were something not talked about. mushy. disgusting. well and truly off. The younger brudder and I had this..congenial relationship..all was fine until..u guessed it, rotten eggs. The first either of us knew that there was a Discovery, was when an egg whistled past..or actually hit. On for young and old… Here I was, going home with 2 gallons of milk, thinking..nah, not with a milk bucket in hand, he’d get in too much…splosh. Sigh! There was a small chance that the egg hadn’t broken…Only way to tell..and this gets squeamish, boys and girlz, was to..explore around in the bottom of the milk. Sadly, all sorts of squidgy bits were encountered. This made the whole bucket Untenable naturally..and the cow kicked the bucket over, Mum.. But we had revenge in mind.
Came that fateful day, when yours truly found the nest first. Trouble is, when you are eggless, all you can do is try and find the nest for ammunition, and try and avoid any direct hits..nuh, not this time. All the eggs were in custody, and I could take my time. Now, we had a chaff house..clothed in corrugated iron. My fondest memory of de brudder..well we are fine, poetic license there..is hisnefariousself, heading for cover around the corner of the chaff house…must have thought..oh goodie, I made it, when..I reckon Robin Hood would have been envious..I could wax lyrical..ah, why the hell not..and of course, there is one particular spot, whereby an egg of the rotten variety would inflict the most ..er..ego damge, whilst in the process of scampering around a corner..must admit that I didnt actually see the final result..but hey, why let the truth get in the way of a good story..