Monday's are a bit of catch up days, as on weekends I don't do a great deal on the field
(Chris time!) After collecting animal feed from the farm shop and delivering eggs, I was walking back towards the cottage when I noticed a brand new orange bucket covered by a small square of old carpet sitting by the front door.
Immediately I thought that the doctor's wife Pippa had been leaving some garden greens for the birds ( a thing she does regularly) but then noticing again the piece of carpet, I thought to myself
here was another small waif or stray to be looked after
I was right.
For sitting quite calmly in the bucket was a mature looking but bright eyed white hen.
There was no note.... no message.... just a knackered old chicken in a bucket
I have named her Kentucky
POSTSCRIPT
Just found a short note pushed through the door (that's why I didn't find one with the orange bucket!)
Apparently said chicken was "found" far down the lane and was brought "back home " by a F Kenwood....It won't surprise anyone that it was not my hen!!
ps
Weight watchers weigh in 14 stone 9 lbs
Weight Gain!!!!! 1lb
shit!
What is wrong with people?? It's good that Kentucky was left at your door, John, and not just thrown out to fend for herself. But to leave the poor little mite without even a note to tell you anything about her or why her previous owners decided they no longer wanted her is a bit much.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing that you are so kind-hearted but I do wonder if sometimes your place feels like the local animal shelter!
Sharon I don't mind too much.. at least she's a hen and not a cockerel and I needed another bucket!
ReplyDeletebuckets are useful although she does look a little pail...
ReplyDeleteneed to come and see my wasp nest John....dont forget your torch
ReplyDeleteLove the name!! Glad she has a better hone now, with you.
ReplyDeletejason
ReplyDeleteI will call up later! with my camera!!!
Would you like fries with that? ;)
ReplyDeleteI expect they were watching as you left the house so they could dump her there. Lucky chicken though.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't fear, it was not me who "attacked" Tom's blog...your blog is safe. I'm merely leaving a comment.
What do people normally do with elderly chickens, if they don't have someone like you to dump them on?
ReplyDeleteDo they end up as Sunday dinner? In which case why was Kentucky left in her bucket and not served up with sprouts and gravy?
You need security cameras around your place John so you can track down these deserters. You have no idea what people are leaving...these poor critters could have disease or nasty habits...who knows. You are too too good.
ReplyDeleteNow all you need is a Barbie Tucky, and they'll be the perfect pair!
ReplyDeletei have sent you an email with a photo of one similar to the one you have just seen John
ReplyDeleteIt's a simple choice: another mouth to feed, or a nice rich stock!
ReplyDeleteWhat colour was the carpet?
Think she should have been named Kenlucky John. Obviously the whole area knows you are a soft touch.
ReplyDeleteLove the name you picked, John. I also love the antics of chickens; can't wait til we order our meat birds !
ReplyDeleteI like to think there's a special place in hell reserved for people who torture animals or abandon them.
ReplyDeletethank God, there's a slice of heaven on earth at your place, John.
My guess is that the people who left the bird figured you would take care of her. The least they could have done was attach a thank you note.
love Cro's comment.
megan
A knackered old chicken in a bucket - just what you always wanted!
ReplyDeleteI hope at least she has a few party pieces to amuse you with.
A knackered old chicken in a bucket - just what you always wanted!
ReplyDeleteI hope at least she has a few party pieces to amuse you with.
You are such a wonderful port in a storm.
ReplyDeleteAs your reputation grows, there'll be orphans arriving from all over the UK..
ReplyDeleteGlad you were there for Kentucky. Love that name, it's perfect. A bucket of chicken, ha! I'm sure she'll be happy in her golden years with the other hens. Hopefully they'll welcome her into the "family".
ReplyDeleteI will never understand how people can abandon animals or abuse them. For them to leave the poor thing at your door, they evidently knew your reputation for taking in the forlorn and unwanted. All I can say is that one lucky chicken!!
ReplyDeletewouldnt say it is lucky...it always runs the risk of being eaten by a badger, bullied by better looking chickens, or having its neck wrung whilst having the indignity of being held upside down whilst looking at blue slack wearing americans.....but apart from that....result !!
ReplyDeletesweet home Kentucky!
ReplyDeleteJust a 1lb gain in exchange for that meal with your sister? A bar-gain!
ReplyDeletejasonyou know you would just LOVE to live on my field!
ReplyDeleteJust read your postscript. The plot thickens! Next thing you know, there will be signs out for a lost chicekn. Then a reward. Then a rumor in the village of a chicken rustler. Then the police come knocking on your door. Then there's a standoff as you refuse to return the chicken. It's all a downward spiral from here...
ReplyDeleteRay
ReplyDeleteI suspect you may be right!
fair play John....yes i would.....but not as much as i wanted to meet that man in blue slacks !
ReplyDeleteJason
ReplyDeletethat's rich given what I've seen you wearing around the village!!!!
i know.....i should have never have bought those yellow teflon slacks ...
ReplyDeletethey make you look like a dead dandilion
ReplyDeleteKFC - REFUGEE!
ReplyDeletePoor Hen! Love the name.
ReplyDelete"A little pail?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou guys crack me up.
"Kentucky" - Chicken in a bucket - Oh deary, deary me! lol!
ReplyDeleteOh John, don't beat yourself up over such a small gain...you'll be back on track in no time.
ReplyDeleteFamily dinners will do it every time!
ReplyDeleteHi there,just found your blog,and i am enjoying it,thank you!and i think the little Chicken is so lucky to be left with you!i cannot believe what people do to little innocent animal's!Cheer's Carol!
ReplyDeleteSad that the chicken was "discarded" on your doorstep. But, trust you to rescue it then find the humor. Kentucky indeed!
ReplyDeleteHave fallen in love with Cro Magnon on the strength of his Barbie answer.
ReplyDeleteOther than that, John, when the time comes I'll turn into a chicken and abandon myself to your care. Wonder what you will name me. Or maybe just take the shortcut and wring my neck.
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Good that she found a home. Good that you acquired a new bucket AND a carpet square. Win, win.
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