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the last of this year's cockerels in their new homes, my flock is as
up to scratch - one cock, four hens and three pullets....and one Old
English Game hen visiting from next door. I don't know why she prefers
the crack here, but it has been interesting watching her insinuate herself
into the group. Very, very gradually, keeping her distance at feeding
time and keeping a very low profile, she sleeps in the yew tree and
just tags along in a casually offhand way on the periphery when the
troupe is on the move. Patience worth remembering next time the flock
needs augmenting.
Talking of cockerels, I miss my beautiful, boisterous boys and it got
me thinking that if you didn't like the eggs and lived off the beaten
track, a trio of three batchelor brothers would make wonderful garden
pets. Without hens, they would get on well together and brighten up
the darkest winter day. A lot of what ifs, I know, but it seems tragic
to be expecting breeders to cull so many unwanted birds.
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