Archive for November 10, 2009

Happy Veteran’s Day

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’beer,
The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.”
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;
But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins,” when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it’s “Thank you, Mr. Atkins,” when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls,
But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;
But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,
The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,
O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;
An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy how’s yer soul?”
But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
But Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool – you bet that Tommy sees!

The betrayal of the armed forces by their government and fellow citizens is an old story. We also have a fifth column news media promulgating the Fort Hood murderer as “victim”, and military officers that turned a blind eye to the self-proclaimed jihadist sympathies of an officer in the name of political correctness. A lot of people need to be fired for this one.

The fifth columnists and politically correct politicians that are so busily inventing excuses for the Al Quaida wannabe better start asking themselves whether a school bus driver might develop sudden jihad syndrome next, or perhaps a police officer, an apartment manager, a schoolteacher, or an airline pilot.

Happy Veteran’s Day.

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Bluetongue Virus and Securing Chickens

One of my young ewes has been having difficulty breathing for over a week. I initially thought “AHA! Pastuerella pneumonia!” because sheep acquire it when they are under stress. Stressors include changes in weather (check!) or breeding season (check!). Soooo, I treated with antibiotics for 48 hours (no change), changed antibiotics for 24 hours (no change), and then a third antibiotic (no change). It sounded to me as though the difficulty with breathing was from occluded nasal passages (D’OH)! Another cause of difficulty breathing is bluetongue virus. The only treatment is the passage of time.

Clinical signs of bluetongue in sheep include:
:: Eye and nasal discharges;
:: Drooling as a result of ulcerations in the mouth;
:: High body temperature;
:: Swelling of the mouth, head and neck;
:: Lameness;
:: Haemorrhages into or under the skin;
:: Inflammation at the junction of the skin and the horn of the foot – the coronary band;
:: Respiratory problems – difficulty with breathing and nasal discharge.

A blue tongue is rarely a clinical sign of infection.

Defra says deaths of sheep in a flock may reach as high as 70%. Animals that survive the disease can lose condition with a reduction in meat and wool production.

I hadn’t noticed any swollen head, but a couple days before she developed breathing difficulties, her ears were swollen. While her head now looked normal on the outside, on the inside she was having significant problems.

Today, her breathing problems were eased but today, while I was at work, she developed another problem. Her right eye has swollen so much that it protruded from the socket and the ewe, in great pain, apparently rubbed it against trees and popped it. Erg.

*sigh* Well, bluetongue virus is endemic here so, if a sheep is badly affected by it, I don’t want his/her genes in the flock. Normally. However, my flock was so reduced by dog attack on the pregnant ewes a few years ago that if this ewe survives, I need her in the flock. I haven’t ever had anything like a 70% mortality rate from bluetongue. I might go years before losing a sheep from the virus.

In between medicating the sheep, I was trying to transfer pullets to the newly completed chicken house for fear that they’d be blown away/drowned if left on pasture.

Heh. My little grandsons were here this weekend, and I still haven’t gotten all the toys picked up yet! I thought that they were going to be here tomorrow while school is out, but they won’t be. Guess I can finish picking up those toys tomorrow.

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