tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post4983920744265335275..comments2024-03-27T07:18:58.033+00:00Comments on Frances Garrood: Talking turkeyFrances Garroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-29810083845615605852016-12-07T19:04:55.694+00:002016-12-07T19:04:55.694+00:00But you can't ride a turkey. Unless you are ve...But you can't ride a turkey. Unless you are very small. How tall is your grandson?Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-26792370005288934692016-11-29T13:30:44.981+00:002016-11-29T13:30:44.981+00:00Welcome, Celia! It's always nice to come acros...Welcome, Celia! It's always nice to come across new people, and you are obviously into horses...? He's not Connemara, but quarter Arab, quarter thoroughbred and half sports horse. Nice combination. I hope to see you again, and will pop across and visit you!Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-51659473093974321242016-11-29T06:54:00.022+00:002016-11-29T06:54:00.022+00:00Dear Frances, I just stumpled (yes, stumpled) over...Dear Frances, I just stumpled (yes, stumpled) over your Blog via someone else's and wonder how I've missed you all this time. I love it! I've read your stories in various Magazines (another tick in the liking box there) and now I discover that you have a lovely dun ?Connemara? ... so there's another tick in another like box. So now Hoss and I shall be 'following' you (as opposed to stalking) and as you are a much more prolific Blogger than I (and as you seem to be able to get on to Blogger as often as you like, which my BlueScreenGoblin doesn't permit), I shall enjoy your exploits from the uncomfort of my current writing chair. CHeersforall, CCeliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14247161759331341885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-91851496561141629852016-11-28T17:42:35.181+00:002016-11-28T17:42:35.181+00:00He's deadly serious, Rosemary, but I have it o...He's deadly serious, Rosemary, but I have it on the best authority that he's not getting one.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-24356772287011444752016-11-28T17:41:33.569+00:002016-11-28T17:41:33.569+00:00Wendy, I've no idea. He loves animals, and may...Wendy, I've no idea. He loves animals, and maybe the imminence of the Yuletide festivities gave him the idea...?Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-64503801529413226952016-11-28T11:20:34.401+00:002016-11-28T11:20:34.401+00:00Love your grandson's sense of humour - even if...Love your grandson's sense of humour - even if he's being serious!Rosemary Gemmellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09311840205603508422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-39895407880255388292016-11-28T07:20:09.529+00:002016-11-28T07:20:09.529+00:00How on earth did he get this idea into his head?How on earth did he get this idea into his head?Wendy's Writinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06960941625432714363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-26247991915956483862016-11-27T16:39:04.646+00:002016-11-27T16:39:04.646+00:00How kind! Thank you, ER.How kind! Thank you, ER.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-31645532602850244392016-11-27T15:47:57.530+00:002016-11-27T15:47:57.530+00:00We have enough Turkey bits left over from Thanksgi...We have enough Turkey bits left over from Thanksgiving to cobble one together for him.<br />English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-52622366162462173282016-11-26T15:43:31.693+00:002016-11-26T15:43:31.693+00:00 Bon, when my youngest son was working on a turkey... Bon, when my youngest son was working on a turkey farm earning money for his gap year, I had to make him take all his clothes off before he came into the house. The smell was appalling.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-73723325450654245272016-11-26T15:41:30.250+00:002016-11-26T15:41:30.250+00:00Don't worry, Meike. He's not getting one.Don't worry, Meike. He's not getting one.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-64907096093667986742016-11-25T21:41:34.338+00:002016-11-25T21:41:34.338+00:00The worst smell I have ever encountered was a turk...The worst smell I have ever encountered was a turkey farm. It was 60 years ago and I still remember it. Far worse than a hog farm. <br /><br />You get one turkey, and soon he'll want another, and pretty soon you and all the neighbors will know what I'm talking about. Mark my words.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132582821010486689.post-21252027517012532472016-11-25T20:30:11.341+00:002016-11-25T20:30:11.341+00:00Turkeys certainly have faces only a mother could l...Turkeys certainly have faces only a mother could love, but who knows - they possibly really make great pets, although I doubt they'd be happy inside a house or living on their own, away from their fellow turkeys.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.com