Broody Hens and Beer Cans

Day 24 in the broody hen's nesting box, and as existing housemates eagerly await the arrival of the new additions, it is becoming clearer and clearer that perhaps there may not be any new arrivals at all....

Yes, unfortunately, it looks like Roy has not been doing his job well enough, and although our broody hen still meets anyone that comes within 5 feet with low dog like growling and vicious pecking, there is no sign of chicks. Mom is deeply disappointed, but is now faced with the dilemma of how to remove the broody hen from her pointless nest while still keeping all her fingers intact. Rubber gloves are her answer.

Meanwhile, celebrations post-exam week took place last night, and the night was in Maynooth town spent bopping away to all the cheesy 90's music we grew up with. Unfortunately, upon returning to my car this morning, I found the drivers side window shattered into pieces and a leaking can of beer on the seat. The rear windscreen wiper was also lying on the ground, and the car was in fact parked in the middle of the car park (whether pushed or lifted to there, you're guess is as good as mine). So the morning was spent trying to get everything sorted and the car back home to be fixed. Nightmare!! Plus the thought of someone damaging what you work so hard to keep just cause they have had a few drinks and think its great fun just doesnt put me in the greatest mood for the day.

But, onwards and upwards. I am intent on watching Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory tonight, a perfect happy film. The cure to any bad day.