another abandoned animal.
Last night, when I was locking up, I came across this little character hiding away in the goose house. I suspected, quite rightly that he had just had the shit kicked out of him by the resident cockerels as both Stanley and Eric had been "performing" with extra gusto at dusk.
Not nine inches high himself and just skin and bone, the tiny bantam looked as though he was on his last legs, but after some dabbing with witch hazel and a bit of a cuddle, he seemed to perk up enough to eat a few mouthfuls of cat food and half a gallon of water.
It's a throwaway world is it not?
We discard tons of rubbish a year without a second thought, and the people who didn't want this little scrap of poultry anymore threw him away with the same scant disregard, for anyone that understands birds would know that he would stand no chance against the field's two, metre-high cockerels and the bantam, Eric, who has more chutzpah than Maureen Lipman.
But as luck would have it, he survived the day,
and of course he will survive the next.....
I will start the process of finding him a home tomorrow.........Manyana