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What are you suggesting?

 

 

 

 

Perhaps this needs to be in the pub. :lol:

 

Oops, they've got loose again and wandered into the wrong section.

(They are too young for the pub)

 

As I was saying to Baldock, if don't start laying more eggs and do less pooing on the patio they will end up closer to a portion of chips than they'd like.

 

They have names... Left to right:

Mc Nugget, Korma, Paxo, Soupo

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What's the one nearest the camera?

We have a Maran / Plymouth Rock cross which looks superficially similar from that angle.

 

Tim

She's a partrige pekin. The black one is a black pekin.

It doesn't show so well on this photo but pekins are the ones with fluffy legs and feet.

The white one is a colombian wyandot and the gold one is a goldtop.

 

regds A

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Here's a few more for you. My friend has about 700 and a hundred or so turkeys - she knows every single one by name, and many of them will even come when they're called.

 

Blimey, I bet her patio is a right mess.

 

For info.

If you call are at Wheaton Aston on the Shroppie. Right next to the bridge where you get the cheap diesel (Turners Garage ) there is a chicken farm selling good free range eggs.

 

Chickens soon learn to come when called but they are so stupid sometimes it defies belief.

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The Bantam Cock

 

He was a fine upstanding bantam-cock

So brisk, and stiff, and spry...

With a springy step, and a jaunty plume,

And a purposeful look in his eye

In his little black laughing eye!

 

So I took him to the coop and introduced him to

My seventeen wide-eyed hens

And he tupped and he tupped as a hero tupps,

And he bowed to them all, and then,

He up and took 'em all again!

 

Then upon the peace of my ducks and geese

He boldly did intrude

And with glazed eyes and opened mouths

They bore him with fortitude...

And a little bit of gratitude!

 

He jumped my giggling guinea-fowl!

He thrust his attentions upon

Twenty hysterical turkeys,

And a visiting migrant swan!

And the bantam thundered on!

 

He groped my fan-tail pigeon doves,

My lily-white Columbine,

And as I was lookin' at me budgerigar,

He jumped my parrot from behind!

And it was sittin' on me shoulder at the time!

 

But all of a sudden, with a gasp and a gulp,

He clapped his wings to his head!

He lay flat on his back with his feet in the air;

My bantam-cock was dead!

And the vultures circled overhead!

 

What a noble beast!

What a champion cock!

What a way to live and die!

As I dug him a grave to protect his bones,

From those hungry buzzards in the sky,

The bantam opened up his eyes!

 

He gave me a wink, and a terrible grin,

The way that rapists do....

He said, "Do you see them silly daft buggers up there?

They'll be down in a minnit 'er two!

They'll be down in a minnit 'er two!"

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If you think handling a boat in a crosswind is hard work think yourself lucky you aren't a fluffy bantam.

It blowing a hooley here now and they are going 3 steps forward, 2 steps back, 3 port and 1 starboard.

 

If it gusts much more they'll be laying omlettes.

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