The Snail Clef – A new cartoon by Hannah Sterry.
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Silly misunderstanding of the week:
“Yesterday I was asked to watch the chickens, so I wandered outside. Apparently the one I was meant to watch was already in the oven.”
We have a few broody hens and an escape artist cockerel, so it didn’t seem like a particularly strange request at the time. They probably wouldn’t escape so much if we clipped their wings but that generally only happens shortly after they’ve escaped, eaten all of the seedlings and terrorised the cats.
The chicken in the oven came out with a nice tan! đ
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I have no idea what I was thinking when I drew this, but I’m blaming English for being a crazy language full of homophones. Not suitable for vegans.
This is a photo of my cat, Mouse, from back when she was only a year or two old. True to her name, she’s small and timid, but she’s really affectionate and reliably appears at the sound of a cat food tin being opened!
Mouse was the only grey kitten in a litter of mostly black kittens and her mum didn’t seem to like her very much (her mum used to remove Mouse from the litter and dump her in the middle of the floor somewhere else), so we ended up giving her cat milk and weaning her on to food a bit early. She’ll usually come over if you click your fingers because that’s what I used to do just before I gave her kitten biscuits.
Hope the picture made you smile and feel free to link me to pictures/blog posts of your cats doing funny, cute and amusing things in the comments! I might link to some of my favourites in next week’s #caturday blog. đ
This pigeon wasn’t planned. My uncle brought it to us after finding it had fallen out of a really badly-built nest (pigeon nests are often a bit rubbish for the first few years), which he wouldn’t have known about if a buzzard hadn’t flown past him with this pigeon’s sibling in its talons.
So, we have an orphaned, sibling-less pigeon chick… and he looks ridiculous. He seems to have a spoonbill, little whiskers at the end of his baby feathers and he makes this high pitched squeak which I can only assume means “MORE FOOD!”
So far, he’s been eating mushed up, water-soaked chick crumbs and crushed peas. We’ve made him a ‘nest’ in the pet carrier, which has the handy advantage that it acts as a cat deterrent (whenever the cats see the carrier they think we’re going to take them to the vets and miraculously run and hide) and he seems quite happy. Hopefully he’ll grow to be independent enough that we can release him back in to the wild.
He doesn’t really have a name, but we call him ‘Pidge’. It might be unoriginal but he doesn’t seem to care. x
A few weeks ago our chicks hatched and here’s how they look now!
The chicks have been called Aslan, Fluffo and Shakespeare and seem to be quite happy pottering around the garden with mum! We had to put a finer wire mesh over the top of their run because Shakespeare kept escaping and we were worried that the cats might eat him if he did it again. One of the chicks also seems to like ‘piggy-back rides’ and will just sit on mother hen while she’s looking for food.
I think I’ve also managed to accidentally prove that chicks are basically baby dinosaur descendants. I mean… just look how freaky this one is when it looks directly at me.
Admittedly it might have just been a bit cross because I didn’t have any worms and I’d just interrupted it’s daily routine of wandering around the chicken run for hours, but I’m not sure I deserved this level of ANGRY GLARE! At least it’s not big enough to eat me!
More baby birds soon. I need to tell you about ‘Pidge’! x
The Boyfriend Song
Do you mind conversations about zombie ninja pirates?
How about debates about the newest things in science?
Do you like Monty Python? Are you musical at all?
Can you manage to be lewd without losing your class at all?
BecauseâŠ
Iâd like a boyfriend please!
Iâd like a boyfriend please!
Itâs mostly for great company and not those birds and bees,
So Iâd like a boyfriend please!
(Yâknow, if itâs not too much trouble)
Are you fussy about food?
Are you considerate or rude?
Do you like cats (no, not for dinner)?
Are you taller? Fatter? Thinner?
(Could you possibly put up with my ridiculous ideas?)
Do you think this drawingâs great?
What kinds of people do you hate?
Are you kind and are you stable?
Are your hands above the table?
BecauseâŠ
Iâd like a boyfriend please!
Iâd like a boyfriend please!
Iâm obviously too fussy, but Iâd like one thatâs a tease.
Yep, Iâd like a boyfriend please!
(Or maybe Iâm closing my mind too much)
I shouldnât be so picky about gender.
But instincts have a stranglehold on me.
It shouldnât be my fate, to pro-cre-ate;
There are already too many fish in the sea.
AnywayâŠ
If weâre going to be so ridiculously politically correct about itâŠ
Might as well include everybodyâŠ
Iâd like a girlfriend please!
Iâd like a girlfriend please!
And if youâre unsure, it doesnât matter anymore.
Leave judgements and criticisms at the door.
You could be hetero- or homo-
Itâs no problem; Iâm no phobe- Oh.
I just have one more thing to say:
Though, theoretically, Iâve no preference,
Logic didnât get the reference.
So⊠Iâd still probably like a boyfriend please.
(Apply now with your CVs.)
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I feel I should point out that I have a lovely boyfriend (and a ridiculous sense of humour), so please donât take this seriously â itâs just a bit of fun! This is a poem/song Iâd forgotten about and unearthed as I was trying to clear up the mess of files on my computer with names like âideaâ, âanother thingâ and âmessing aboutâ.
Hope youâve enjoyed this post anyway! Let me know what you think in the comments!
Have a cartoon about some teardrop things!
I don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day. I don’t know if I’m the only one, but I just think it’s nice to spoil your best friends and family all year round, not just for one or two days of the year. Even when it comes to Christmas and birthdays, my gifts are often “IOU”s handwritten on pieces of paper (with a little doodle for good measure). On the odd occasion that I do think of something inspired (giftwise), I’ll tend to be so impatient that I want to give it to the person straight away, wanting them to get as much use and happiness out of whatever-it-is (and wanting to see a huge smile). Friends seem to be the same.
The idea of Valentines Day is nice, but spontaneity seems like much more fun!
Hannah Sterry 