Country Sounds

Aaah, the joy of working in the country not in the town. No sirens, no ice cream vans on the trading estates, no hiss of air brakes and large lorries. There is just the whisper of wind in the trees, the clip clop of the horses, the honk of the geese...

Oh, and the desk shaking thumps of the wretched Chinook helicopter that spent all afternoon messing about overhead.

What is it that keeps these huge chunks of iron up in the sky? Unlike the serene and effortless Kite, these things seem to fly like a *chicken: All noise, panic and feathers going everywhere, together with the impression it will need to land quite soon for a rest.. 


*My mis-spent youth on the farm: Yes, chickens can fly. They just need some height first...