Showing posts with label Happy Chicks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy Chicks. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Sitting in (the) shock of the fey...

...you see, it's 04:22 18th April 2012 and I don't know why I can't sleep again. I'm downloading some pictures from the camera as I sit here all fey like* (see below definitions, I plump for "appearing to be under a spell" or "whimsical; strange - oh yes, rather!; otherworldly"). Problem is, I forgot Finlay took loads of videos up at the zoo (Whipsnade) at the weekend, so it's taking forever.


Actually, there is a rather fascinating little video taken by Alison of one of our hens, Tilly. On Saturday morning when I went down to feed them I could have sworn that I heard a very distinct, "Cock-a-doodle-doo", but thought, "Nah! Don't be stupid..." On Sunday, Alison heard it too, four times. We still thought it was highly unlikely that Happy Chicks could possibly have supplied us with a Billy instead of a Tilly (Tilly with a willy?). Anyway, sure enough, she/he has kept on with the the classic call and is getting better and better at it.


We wrote to them to say, "What the..._ we said. "Send evidence," they replied. Here's the evidence (also, they are all supposed to White Stars, a very mild tempered bird, apparently). Please note Tilly/Billy's upright tail and undoubted wattly bit under his/her chin:


This is Clarrie, the older bird, very feisty!

Tallulah on left, Tilly/Billy right - note the colour of he legs too.
Clarrie and Tallulah have yellow legs, Tilly/Billy has pale pink.

Now then, here is the incontrovertible truth:






Elementary my dear friends. Thing is, if we give him back they'll croke him, if we keep him we'll have fertilised eggs. A dilemma. The only thing to do is to separate them, poor Billy, and give the fella a run of his own, which will mean knocking down a shed.


Oh the trials and tribulations of animal husbandry.


Suffice to say all the above will be winging (pun intended) their way to the pillocks at Happy Chicks - Happy Chicks, my big fat hairy one!


And finally, COME ON YOU BLUES (Barca at home first leg of Champions League Semi...)


Happy Roostering...




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fey


adjective
1.
British Dialect doomed; fated to die.
2.
Chiefly Scot. appearing to be under a spell; marked by an apprehension of death, calamity, or evil.
3.
supernatural; unreal; enchanted: elves, fairies, and other fey creatures.
4.
being in unnaturally high spirits, as were formerly thought to precede death.
5.
whimsical; strange; otherworldly: a strange child with amysterious smile and a fey manner.