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I couldn’t take it any more

Now that Albert is gone, Sam is a loose end. They were frenemies, but at least it was company. Sam has been pecking around the garden calling out to a flock that is no more. He’s a very sociable bird and probably has a year left in him.

I had meant to take a break from chicken keeping, but I couldn’t take this. I phoned around until I found a chicken keeper I knew would have birds. Expensive birds, but birds nonetheless. I bought two.

We were barely out of the car before Sam ran up to the carrier in a state of great excitement. Why yes, I am going to tease the chicken reveal for days.

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Comment from Uncle AL
Time: June 1, 2026, 9:12 pm

Oh, boy! A chicken reveal! I’m envisioning a scene like a chorus girl slowly emerging from behind the stage curtain, but instead of starting with a shapely gam we’re treated to a scaly yellow scrawny thing with claws. Or do chickens have talons?

You did the right thing, stoaty. Do Sams’ new flock have names yet? How about one named Janet?


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: June 1, 2026, 9:38 pm

Glad you got Sam some company ❤🐔🐔🐔❤


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: June 1, 2026, 9:47 pm

Where have all the other chickens gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the other chickens gone
Poor Sam’s all alone.
Where have all the chickens gone?
Weasel’s picked up two new ones
Oh, when will she ever learn
Now Sam’s a happy bird!


Comment from Brunnhilde
Time: June 2, 2026, 12:07 am

I have read about you and your chickens for so many years it would be weird if you didn’t have any. Glad you are adding to the flock!
PS: You also taught me about British flower shows. I had no idea…


Comment from OldFert
Time: June 2, 2026, 1:29 am

I like your chicken tales.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: June 2, 2026, 4:24 am

O! M! G!

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