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Nothing happens to me now that doesn’t involve chickens

I had a brilliant idea to take Mo, my most violent cockerel, and shut him up with his girlfriend in the fruit cage, so he could get some free ranging time without being within murdering distance of the other boys.

Bad plan. He managed to escape in about ten seconds flat and corner the two poland roosters way deep in the hedge where I couldn’t get to him. I’m crawling on my elbows through brambles trying to grab his scrawny neck when the kitten wonders, academically, whether it would be fun to chase the hen around the fruit cage, violently.

I got everything sorted in the end and sat down, scratched and muddied, to an ice cold cup of coffee.

Say a prayer for my girl Spoon, pictured, who didn’t come home at roll call. I think the two cats energetically playfighting in the garden occasionally spooks a chicken out of her usual territory. I’m not out with them all the time. I walked around and called to her until it was too dark to see anything.

Cross your fingers that she turns up in the morning. She’s my favorite chicken.


Comment from ronald stubbs
Time: March 26, 2020, 9:23 pm

could spoon be hidden away setting on eggs?

now would be a good to gift mo to someone who needs a distraction while isolated.

Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: March 26, 2020, 9:27 pm

Fingers, toes, eyes. . .if it can be crossed, it is! Here’s Hopin’!

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: March 26, 2020, 9:43 pm

Careful Ms. S.Weasel. The Neighborhood Watch Volunteers monitoring your observance of the coronavirus quarantine might discover that you are raising rosters for the cock fighting trade and report you to the Chicken Police.

I’ve heard that there can be only one rooster for each flock of chickens. There can be only one …

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: March 26, 2020, 11:17 pm

Prayers offered to the patron saint of Chickens.
I’m assuming there is one.

Probably has a bunk next to St. Anthony, finder of parking spaces in Boston for my maiden aunt.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: March 27, 2020, 5:48 am

I’m pretty sure cockrels have a powerful death-wish.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 27, 2020, 11:10 am

I won’t keep you in suspense: she turned up. About seven this morning, a confused clucking came from high up in the blackberry bramble.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 27, 2020, 12:54 pm


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: March 27, 2020, 1:30 pm

Hurrah! Good news is a welcome friend.

Comment from BJM
Time: March 27, 2020, 3:05 pm

It’s nice to see that you’re keeping busy. ;>)

Perhaps you should try cat bowling? Two cats, no waiting for an alley.

BTW – Weird Dave has some funny stuff on the ONT.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: March 27, 2020, 3:33 pm

So glad to learn Spoon is not lost; I was worried about foxes. Glad to know the cats are getting along, and learning how to stalk their prey. Your chickens!

Our little town/county has one Covid-19 patient as of yesterday a city employee. JavaMan and I are coping. I am a natural-born hermit, but I haven’t left the house since Feb. 20, and I do miss eating out. The restaurants are offering take-out only, but I’m inclined to avoid take-out, too. I am just now strong enough to do light household chores.

What I really need is a haircut; I look like Spoon. I should have bought a Flowbee years ago!

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