30 years old, the love of my life Maybe what was his last hoorah, and he had such a lovely day out

Officer: "Help me, ive crashed"😳 me: "I dont think you have, mate..."🥴

Let me categorically Debunk this utter rot. @sainsburys. I am a poultry Breeder. The hens that lay white eggs (Amberline/White Star) DO NOT have a lower carbon footprint. Yes they eat a bit less and produce roughly the same amount of eggs as the Brown egg layers (Bovan/Lowman/ISA Brown) but they live shorter lives, are prone to dying suddenly when startled, a flighty and nervous and because they live shorter productive lives (12 -18mnths) vs brown 18/24mnths (both commercial farmed), you have to incubate more which is increased (Electricity/gas costs) and their eggs are not the same quality. I breed and keep 20 different breeds, including: ISA Brown hens and White Stars. All my hens are 100% free range, Not a single barn kept bird, I have ISA browns that are 5yrs old and still laying beautiful Brown eggs, I have not seen a White star live beyond 3yrs and certainly none have laid eggs past 18-24mnths. White stars Lay themselves to death. They are slender birds and because they dont eat a lot, it drains their personal vitality to keep up laying the eggs you want to sell because of the nonsensical lie that they are "More Carbon Neutral" You want to know about eggs, come talk to someone like me, Don't rely on some hairbrained imagination of a buyer who's trying to squeeze the profit margin for a few extra pennies at our expense and to the poor hens detriment.

LOUISIANA HAS OUTLAWED BALLOON GRIEVING It is now a crime in Louisiana to let go of a balloon, and launch it in the sky, sending it up to a loved one in heaven. The state wild life office says the balloons eventually come down, causing a problem for animals. Your Thoughts?

RT @Perky_43: 🚨 WILDLIFE ABUSE SKELMERDALE Were your daughters down at Greenhill Community Centre? Again, people disgust me. Police repo…

In Kruger National Park, South Africa, veteran ranger Sipho Nkosi suffered a heart attack while on solo patrol. His vehicle was found empty, and search teams began looking for him. What the park’s remote trail cameras revealed broke the hearts of everyone who saw the footage. An old bull elephant — known to rangers as “Mnumzane” (Zulu for “Sir”) — had found Sipho’s body. For three full days and nights, the elephant refused to leave. He stood guard, gently touching the ranger with his trunk, chasing away hyenas and jackals that came too close, and even covering parts of the body with branches and leaves. On the third night, the elephant was still there — visibly grieving, swaying slowly beside his fallen friend. Only when the full recovery team arrived with vehicles did Mnumzane finally step back, watching solemnly as they carried Sipho away. Park officials later confirmed that Sipho had rescued this same elephant as a calf years earlier after poachers killed his mother. The elephant had never forgotten. One colleague who viewed the footage whispered: “He didn’t come to say goodbye. He came to make sure no one disrespected his brother.” Mnumzane still visits the exact spot regularly. Rangers now leave fresh water and fruit there in honor of both.

In winter of 1944, a 15-year-old girl danced in a blacked-out room in occupied Holland. The windows were covered. The audience made no sound - not during the performance, not after. Any noise could alert the Nazis. Any light could mean death. These were the "zwarte avonden" - the black evenings - secret performances held across the Netherlands to raise money for the Dutch Resistance. The money fed families in hiding. It bought forged documents. It kept people alive. The girl dancing was Audrey Hepburn... "The best audiences I ever had," she said decades later, "made not a single sound at the end of my performance." Born on May 4 in 1929 in Brussels, Audrey Hepburn spent most of her childhood moving between Belgium, England, and the Netherlands. Her mother, Baroness Ella van Heemstra, was Dutch aristocracy. Her father, a British banker, abandoned the family when Audrey was six. He would spend the war interned on the Isle of Man after being arrested as a member of the British Union of Fascists. In 1939, with war looming, her mother moved them to Arnhem in the Netherlands, believing it would stay neutral as it had in the first World War. She was wrong. In May 1940, the Germans invaded. Audrey was eleven years old. To hide her English-sounding name, she began going by Edda van Heemstra. She enrolled at the Arnhem Conservatory and threw herself into ballet, dreaming of becoming a professional dancer. For a while, life went on -- performances at the city theater, lessons, practice. But the occupation darkened everything. Jewish musicians and dancers disappeared one by one. German officers sat in the front rows. "I remember, very sharply, one little boy standing with his parents on the platform, very pale, very blond, wearing a coat that was much too big for him," she recalled years later. "And he stepped on the train." In 1942, the Nazis executed her uncle Otto van Limburg Stirum in retaliation for resistance activities. His body was dumped in a mass grave. One of her half-brothers was deported to a forced labor camp in Berlin. The other went into hiding. Whatever sympathy her mother had once held for the Nazi regime died with Uncle Otto. The family moved to the village of Velp and began working with the local resistance. Dr. Hendrik Visser 't Hooft, the resistance leader, used children as couriers because the Germans tended to ignore them. Audrey, who spoke fluent English, was perfect for the job. She carried messages. She delivered food and instructions to downed Allied pilots hiding in the forests. Once, when a German patrol approached while she was on a mission, she bent down and pretended to pick wildflowers. They passed without stopping. "We saw young men put against the wall and shot," she said, "and they'd close the street and then open it and you could pass by again. Don't discount anything awful you hear or read about the Nazis. It's worse than you could ever imagine." In September 1944, the Allies launched Operation Market Garden -- the disastrous attempt to capture the bridge at Arnhem. British paratroopers were stranded behind enemy lines. Audrey's family hid one of them in their cellar for nearly a week, bringing him food, knowing that discovery meant execution. Then came the Hunger Winter. After Dutch railway workers went on strike to support the Allies, the Germans cut off food supplies to the western Netherlands. Starvation spread. Audrey's family ate tulip bulbs. Then grass. Then whatever they could find. "I went as long as three days without food," she recalled. "For months, breakfast was hot water and one slice of bread made from brown beans." © A Mighty Girl #archaeohistories

This is my 82 year old mother laying on the pavement for 4hrs waiting for an ambulance after falling & striking her head on the pavement. It's not the first time my family has had to wait for an ambulance over the years. @AllisonPearson @Eluned_Morgan @Jeremy_Miles @WelshLabour

I walked to London and ran the marathon without any sleep. We’ve raised £50822 I’m kind of lost for words I am ok too! Just gonna have a soak Thank you 🥹 @DementiaUK justgiving.com/fundraising/m…

If you think you’ve had a bad day, my 9 year old came home from school with a trumpet.

Is this really true @networkrail After so many appeals? After agreeing?

Keith is a three-year-old Anglo-Nubian goat in a field in Devon. Keith has opened 7 gates, occupied a barn roof for 11 consecutive days, cleared an entire knotweed stand worth £4,000 to remove chemically, eaten Steve's bindweed, been in the churchyard twice, been in the road an estimated 14 times, eaten the water heater instructions, been in Dave's kitchen (standing there, not eating anything, just standing), and filed the structural details of every fence on the farm into a memory that has never once been cleared. He has done all of this while also being the single most cost-effective conservation intervention on the property. These are not separate facts. They are the same fact. Keith does not distinguish between the work and the escape. The escape is work. The work is escape. The fence is a project. The project is completed. The project leads to the next project. The knotweed leads to the churchyard. The churchyard leads to the road. The road leads back to the east ditch. The east ditch was cleared in one season. There is a man named Steve who has filed twenty-nine formal complaints about Keith. Steve's bindweed is gone. Steve does not yet understand that these are the same story. Dave has £387 in gate receipts, a positive net outcome column on every row since entry seventeen, a churchyard booking for next month, and a corner post with a 4mm flex that Keith has known about since Margot's visit and has not yet acted on. Not yet. Keith is not done. Keith is never done. Keith is ten thousand years of Zagros Mountain goat compressed into a Devon field, and the fence between him and the rest of the world has always been a negotiating position rather than a boundary. Be ungovernable. Do the work. Leave the field better than you found it. The knotweed is at 6%. Keith is thinking.

Keith's escape record, by method: Weak fence post: 19 times. Gate left unlatched: 11 times. Directly through a hedge: 6 times. The shed roof, somehow: once. Method unknown, investigation ongoing: 6 times. Keith has never escaped in the same direction twice in a row. Keith is on a shirt. The shirt has never escaped. The shirt is well-behaved in ways Keith fundamentally is not. jointheruminati.com/ruminati…

What a waste!

Started lambing today. This ewe was carrying triplets but 2 were dead, tiny and rotten. Nearly 40 ewes were scanned with rotten lambs in them, probably because someone let their dog chase the flock when they were in mid pregnancy. One irresponsible action, up to 80 dead lambs.

And this is where lots of kids (back then, when cartoons were something special :) first heard Franz Liszt's music :)

Keir Starmer claims Nigel Farage is to blame for the boat people because Brexit took us out of the Dublin Convention (in 2020), which allowed us to return asylum seekers to the EU countries from whence they came. The PM is either ignorant of the facts — or knowingly lying. Neither is a good look. The Dublin Convention was a two-way street for asylum seekers. Yes, we could try to return them. But others could also be returned to us. As a result the Dublin Agreement actually made us a net recipient of asylum seekers. Take 2018. We made 5,500 requests for asylum seekers to be returned. Only 209 transfers were agreed. In the same year, under the same convention we accepted 1,215 asylum seekers. So we were net recipients by over 1,000. The Dublin Convention did nothing to make it easier to return asylum seekers. Nearly all politicians are cavalier with the truth when it suits them. But Starmer is taking this to a new level.

Took me way too long to realise that’s a shower and not a Dalek…