When we lived in our last home and had a little more garden, we always kept chickens, they have a reputation for being stupid, and i suppose by some standards that may be true, but what anyone who has kept hens will tell you, is what gentle and relaxing pets they make, they have an almost continuous soft crooning noise they make, and the most mesmerising robot way of moving. Their ginger feathered bodies are much softer than you might imagine, and should you decide to stroke one it will immediately adopt a crouching raised shouldered stance, like a lectern, making a soft feathered valley for you to run your hand down.
There is also something incredibly satisfying about being able to convert your unwanted bread crusts and potato peelings into fresh golden hearted eggs.
When we went to buy some more layers the year before we left the house with the big garden, I was seized by a strange impulsive madness, which saw me leaving the farm with two boxes instead of one, one containing three gently humming brown hens, and one containing one extravagantly plumed but miniature rooster.
At first i didn't name him just calling “ladies, cocky” when i took out the scraps for them, but soon his haughty behaviour and diminutive size dictated that there was only one name for him.
Napoleon did not like being picked up or stroked, but it was almost worth it to watch his fluffed up outrage when you put him down again,
Napoleon was noisy, he didn't quite manage the morning fanfare of “Cock-a-doodle-doo” but a strangulated “doodle-squawk-doodle squawk” intermittently from dawn till dusk.
Napoleon lorded to over the larger hens, chasing away any that tried to peck where he was scratching.
Napoleon didn't back down no matter what the odds, and though i admired him for this, ultimately it became his undoing, when he decided to taunt the dog.....cont #jj_forum_1801#chinesenewyear