This week we came to realise why chickens do not embrace 21st Century technology - not only does it leave you with a pickled egg, a council coop but also you can now track your cockerel ..... especially when they think the grass is greener...... but take note..... Bernard's shag pile is not all its cracked up to be....
Once again no one was hatched or matched this week... but dispatched to the great coop in the sky... (or the usual coffin - the great black wheelie bin)
24 hours til the big rehearsal for the Great Midland run and a personal best was reached at the beginning of the week when Chick 1 and Chick 2 did the funky chicken out of a pub and refused to pay. Both chicks are hoping for food poisoning to squeeze into their race outfits not long now and counting.
We thought we would support our fellow bird and took a trip to the food poisoning water hole in a local establishment...This rooster didn't know his limp lettuce from his shop bought Tesco value pate and left the two Chicks crowing for chocolate just to get rid of the taste. Freddo saved the day!
Beaky and Dippy are growing strong and have enjoyed two day trips to the wild outdoors whilst dodging the killer cat.
Chick 1 and Chick 2 are currently slumped on the settee and really cant be arsed..... laters!
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