Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Hatching continued, Kennelly Travel and a Cork shop has the last laugh.

Phew! Is she Gone?

That was some storm. I haven't been out so no photos except those on Twitter

Eerily quiet Dawson Street Dublin on October 16 2017.


Behan's and The Horseshoe


A Flea and a Fly flew into a Fleadh

I love it when people are trawling through the Kennelly photo archive and come across something Listowel related and share it.
I don't know who these boys are or a date for the photo but I'm presuming it was a fancy dress parade prior to Listowel's hosting of Fleadh Cheoil na hEireann.


Cobwebs in the mist

A few spider facts for you;
If a thread of steel could be made as fine as a spider's silk, the steel would be less strong.
Spiders webs have been used in Indonesia to catch fish.
A baby spider is born with the ability to spin a web. He doesn't have to be taught.


Hatching  by John B. Keane  (part 2...continued from yesterday)

The reluctant hatcher was presented with a saucer of hoochpaste but showed no interest at first. It didn’t look very appetizing so the woman of the house spoon fed her until she began to cluck appreciatively and cock her head high for more. I never saw any creature of the female gender take so quickly to booze. In less than three minutes the saucer was empty and she was sleeping as soundly as a drunken apostate during a long sermon.
“She’ll die surely.” Said the woman of the house.
“She won’t nor die,” said himself who knew from long experience that a person could be dead drunk without being dead. How right he was! She slept for several hours without moving, contributing throughout every moment of her repose to the hatching process beneath her craw. When she awakened she tried to rise but failed. She fell asleep again. The next awakening was different. She staggered around the kitchen until she arrived at the door where she was assailed by that arch enemy of all forms of drunkenness; fresh air. It revived her instantly but a second saucer of hoochmeal was prepared and presented to her before she  could sober up. Afterwards she fell asleep for a whole day.
After a fortnight the eggs were hatched. There emerged twelve of tha handsomest chicks you ever saw.

The hatcher died soon afterwards of liver disease but she had nobly served her purpose and if some may crib about forcing her into alcoholism, I say to these to come and have a gander at the chicks she hatched. They grew up into outstanding specimens of their breed, seven hens and five cocks.One hen who wandered too far from the fowl run was carried off by a fox but tte other eleven survived and I know for a fact that not a solitary one of that fine clutch put a taste of booze to their beaks to the day they departed for the heavenly henhouse in the sky. So we see some more good uses to which whiskey may be put as if there weren’t enough already


Only in Cork

The shop is Scally's in Clonakilty and the photo appeared on Reddit.

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