I was just filling the goose puddling pool with water, when I spied a chap standing at the gate.
I recognised him , for he was a fellow poultry keeper from the next village, a chap who I had donated one of my very first cockerels to some six years ago.
Something was obviously wrong. He looked tearful and upset and after a brief hello he asked me simply if I could take some of his hens off his hands today.
I didn't ask him why he needed to " get rid" so quickly. His tears said enough.....I just asked him how many he needed to relocate.
" 24 hens, 2 young cockerels and a few chicks." He said hopefully
He added that Eirlys ( my friend from the other side of the village) had just agreed to take a load from him at short notice as had several other poultry keepers in the local area but he now had 28 stragglers left
so what could I say?
He was obviously in dire straits .....
Like me,this guy loves his birds
"When do you need me to collect them?"I asked him gently
" around 8pm?" He said sadly
" 8 pm it is" I said
" how many can you look after?" He asked
" I can take them all"I told him