WHAT An Afternoon!!! (Modern Game Bantams)

Gonna write this up, as much for the pleasure of reliving it as anything else. It may get a bit 'War & Peace'? Dunno. Don't like Tolstoy? Just click out and read the next thread. Fair? :)

So; A while back, I was screaming my head off about how Both my quads of Modern Game Bantams had started pumping out eggs like a performer in a Phuket night spot. And that I simply have no earthly use for any more birds, in their colour. I was looking at my Dogs getting fat on them! Just wrong!

So, anyway, I hatch a plan, and it worked! I've genuinely lost track of who came from where and took what. But, dunno; Must be two or three dozen of my eggs now in other peoples 'bators. I've met some cracking people and had some savage craic!

Then, Bob hit me up. (Obviously, that's not his name. But, it's quick to type. So, " Bob " it is. Bob only wanted half a dozen. We arranged for him to appear this afters. I told him, last night, I had five in my tray. They tended to lay afternoons. He'd have his six.

He tells me he'll be here in minutes. And then, it all kicks off! I glance out the window and there's this heap of Dog shit, right between the gate and here! Fuckin' lovely! Not having that. Out I go, plastic bags ~ as ever ~ in pockets ..... Aaagh Jesus!!!

It's Not shit. It's the mangled wreck of the starling who's been nesting in one of my boxes, outside the door! Fucking Dog had managed to do an incredible leap and snatch it from the air! I'm absolutely gutted! All the more so, when I check the box to find blind chicks gaping for food!

I dash in here, about to search on wtf ye feed tiny starling chicks ~ knowing I have Nothing in the place! And, in that second? Motor comes down the track! It's Bob. Complete stranger. Man in my age group. What a fucking meeting!

I tell him what's happened. About the doomed chicks. It was the male bird. Bob says the female Will abandon them. Can he have a look? What ever! " Can I take them? " He says! What?! " Only, I have a Bird ICU and am well used to this shit. " I couldn't believe my ear!

That put a different light on things! :D Of all the compounds full of doomed chicks in all the world; A fucking experienced Bird Rehabber just walked into mine!!! (I am Not making this up!!!)

Rest of the afternoon ~ dunno how long. Hours! We never stopped! Virtual mirror images of each other. Two 'older' blokes. Giving it absolutely Non Stop! We're on this thing. I'm showing him my 'Porn Collection' ~ my folder full of the most Drop Dead Gorgeous Modern Game birds the internet has ever thrown up. We're Both drooling and going, " Phwooar!!! LOOK AT THAT ONE! "

Bob Knows his shit too! He's been around Mod's All His Life! :o I took him in my back room, to see my birds? He was Humblingly Gracious in his Praise for the conditions of both my birds, and how I had them.

We talked Mod's. We simply delighted in looking at mine. We seethed about Pine Martens. There was no stopping us!

In the death; I think Bob knew more about me than any surviving family of mine could ever know. I showed and told him things So close and personal. We were like long lost, life long friends!

He's HAD a fucking Splash bird! (My Holy Grail!) He agreed the bird I fantasise about reproducing ~ I have a photo of it ~ is absolutely Stunning, even amongst the many subtle shades of its colour. We both giggled, like a pair of old perverts, when I said I compare Silver Birchen females to " Goth " chicks ~ and, we agreed, what man doesn't like a bit of Goth chick?! LOL!

Then, just as it was time for him to get these Starlings back for a feed, and one of mine had Finally dropped that sixth egg, for him? He got his phone out! I'd just mentioned how my future plans now included a turkey. Cos I'd just got the land available.

" I've got turkeys! " He said. Phone out. Oh My Fucking God!!! I'm almost wetting myself as I stare at The Most Exquisite Piebald Tom!!! And, we're talking Film! This thing was Impossibly Gorgeous! And, I'm absolutely fucking Mental about Piebald!

Then, the hen bird! I can't remember which name Her colour was. But, jesus! Beautiful soft shades of, I dunno? Sort of gentle, light browns, over white? (My mind was just blown, by now!) Scroll. " Ooh, and this is my PEACOCK "!!! (My knees are bucking!)

I says; " Bob? You Dare tell me ye have Guinea Fowl, and I'm knocking you spark fucking out!!! "

" I've got Lavender and Blue! ", he says!!!! For Fuck Fucking Sake!!!!! Where has this man Been all my life?!? :D

Just In Fucking Credible! I just wanted to get these birds out there. Modern Game are Definitely on the decline, here. Shamo is the new kid on every fucking block in the country. I've been absolutely Ecstatic, to be able to give away Dozens of my eggs. (Dogs haven't had a single one!) I thought it might do my karma no harm, either.

Fuck Me! Has karma paid me back, in Spades! Had one guy turn up here? Said something SO impossibly nice to me? I Literally burst into fucking Tears! LITERALLY! Guy just fucking hugged me, as I cried like a baby! (That sort of shit takes some admitting! But, there it is! Thermo Nuclear Level Feels!)

And, now? An afternoon with 'Bob'. Best fucking session in ..... Well; I honestly, simply can't remember a better time! When he'd gone, my spirits ~ which have, frankly, been at an all time low, for some time now ~ were so burstingly high, I set too with a vengeance and have blown through a shit ton of tasks that have been sat there, since For Ever! I've been like an absolute Machine!!! LOL!

Drink? Drugs? Smoking? Sugar?! I've jacked the lot in, just on pure will power. Fuck 'em. None of that shit ever gave me a rush like just being able to Share a complete Enthusiasm for these dear little Modern Game Bantams, with kindred spirits!

Just had to get that off my chest :)