Thursday, 24 April 2014

GOING, GOING ... GONE

..But for how long?

 ONE of the joys of living in isolation is you don't really have to worry about the neighbours when the cockerels decide to kick off in triplicate with a cock-a-doodle-do at dawn, around about noon and just before dusk ... as well as numerous times in between.
 It's been very, very noisy of late as five young Scots Dumpy pretenders matured and had to be ejected from the hen pen as the chief cockerel Napoleon started to get upset and the hens weren't happy with all the attention either.
 I've sold most of them and today Stan left his buddy Ollie for a new home in Selkirk with the proviso if he gets too noisy for the neighbour's liking he may return.
 Since he was kicked off a film set recently for being far too noisy, I've a feeling I might be seeing him back shortly - in the meantime here he is revealing exactly why his cock-a-doodle-do was just too much for the director.



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