Stanski
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This weekend has been weird with no planning.
Today it got wierder.
Bet any amount of money you did not have the funny experience what we encountered today.
The peel removal bit
At a random Riverside picnic area in a totally random farming village in middle of random nowhere, in the random heartland of Bordeaux, all around were fields being randomly ploughed.
We even took a farmers lane as shortcut and had to turn around 30 minutes before this incident.
A true farm village in the country accessible via narrow roads and one way passing points.
Get the picture.
The Juicy Bit
After initial encouragement and persuasion with titbits no positive solution was going to happen. Speaking with two different local residents, who both shrugged at my pigeon French moved on as they could not see the dilemma.
The problem was it (wait for the end) could not get out, rang number on tag, got answer machine - left a message in Pidgeon English/French to say we had discovered their property. (WAIT for it).
After a frenetic arm waving discussion with an old woman and two blokes in a garden, we got to find the Marie, and The Village Mayor.
He was in a meeting supported by a young chap taking meeting notes, who understood more English than anyone else. with a brief resume of my pigeon French supported by an impromptu drawing of the scene, the Mayor called a halt to the meeting and walked back with me to where we had parked.
So after a quick review of situation I was eventually called by the Mayor with SWMBO's moral support, to help push the concrete tube over.
The Ending
It then, with no pause for gratitude to us, sauntered back towards its home tail between its legs.
The Major knows the owner.
Did we win the Bet?
Our good deed for the day.
Some may ask why not just lift him out - tried but snappy due to fright so not risking being bit.
Covid and all that worry.
Today it got wierder.
Bet any amount of money you did not have the funny experience what we encountered today.
The peel removal bit
At a random Riverside picnic area in a totally random farming village in middle of random nowhere, in the random heartland of Bordeaux, all around were fields being randomly ploughed.
We even took a farmers lane as shortcut and had to turn around 30 minutes before this incident.
A true farm village in the country accessible via narrow roads and one way passing points.
Get the picture.
The Juicy Bit
After initial encouragement and persuasion with titbits no positive solution was going to happen. Speaking with two different local residents, who both shrugged at my pigeon French moved on as they could not see the dilemma.
The problem was it (wait for the end) could not get out, rang number on tag, got answer machine - left a message in Pidgeon English/French to say we had discovered their property. (WAIT for it).
After a frenetic arm waving discussion with an old woman and two blokes in a garden, we got to find the Marie, and The Village Mayor.
He was in a meeting supported by a young chap taking meeting notes, who understood more English than anyone else. with a brief resume of my pigeon French supported by an impromptu drawing of the scene, the Mayor called a halt to the meeting and walked back with me to where we had parked.
So after a quick review of situation I was eventually called by the Mayor with SWMBO's moral support, to help push the concrete tube over.
The Ending
It then, with no pause for gratitude to us, sauntered back towards its home tail between its legs.
The Major knows the owner.
Did we win the Bet?
Our good deed for the day.
Some may ask why not just lift him out - tried but snappy due to fright so not risking being bit.
Covid and all that worry.