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I have nicknamed the raider Odin, for he is a large White cockerel with an obvious eye for the ladies.
Odin lives at the livery stables across the fields. he obviously doesn't have enough bitches in his hen house to satisfy his lustful nature, for everyday he creeps through the fence, over he stream and up the bank so that he can get his " peeping tom jollies" off, on my collection of pin up hens.
Now from time to time, his lust will get the better of him and with lightening speed he will make a run for the nearest hen, bang her within an inch of her life before legging it back to his perimeter line foxhole.
Moriarty ( who is an evil bastard) and Ginger Harry have yet to catch the Viking raider as yet, but they are clearly biding their time.
I feel bloodshed will be the order of the day very soon.
Hormones have a great deal to answer for
It's possibly Hippo in disguise.
ReplyDeleteI had an email from him, cro..he was having surgery yesterday
DeleteAnd sounded characteristically upbeat
Good news. I seriously worry about him.
Deleteplease pass on my best regards to Tom.
DeleteMaybe you should call your dogs Geri and Freki - that might scare him off.
ReplyDeleteWhere they wolves or something?
DeleteAh you and your norse adventures.....
ReplyDeletei don't know who to feel sorriest for.... the hens or odin when he buys it in the end.
ReplyDeleteI cannot hear the name 'Odin' without thinking of that truly awful but wonderfully kitsch film, 'The Vikings' - favourite most often repeated line: "What a son!", every time Kirk Douglas commits another mindless act of violence.
ReplyDeleteErnest Borgnine as Ragnor
ReplyDeleteWas in cracking form too.... The vikings is one of my fav films
Yes, it was Ernest Borgnine who said that line, I think. He also complained of his son effeminately scraping his face with a razor. I expect they had to put that line in when Douglas's agent refused to allow him to grow a beard.
DeleteClaim to fame: H.I. was good mates with Stanley Kubric's wife for a while (I used to hang out with his daughter), and she told her that it was Kirk Douglas that got Kubric the job of director on Sparticus. No wonder he didn't have to grow a beard.
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Delete" Look how he glares at me... If he wasn't fathered by the black ram in the full of the moon my name is not Ragnar. !"
Hail Ragnor's beard.....
DeleteThe music's particularly good - in a repetitive sort of way - too.
DeleteJohn...you remember the film!
DeleteTom...... Best score of 1958
Oh dear, I hope there won't be a later report of a nasty bloodbath and various badly injured combatants. Odin is clearly pushing his luck.
ReplyDeleteThere is a fox around, took one of my foraging gray hensthis morning
DeleteHere's hoping Odin will " get in the way" of the next
Just hope Hippo came out of surgery with that frightful
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He's still waiting as of this moning shiela
DeleteYou've got a collection of watch dogs John....train them to run the little devil off.
ReplyDeletelisten to Jake Thackrays song about the 'Bantam Cock' just fits the bill
ReplyDeleteJust did, YouTube,........bloody hell I remember him from the seventies
DeleteAs it is with most men....brain between their legs to get them into trouble :)
ReplyDeleteCharon but fair
DeleteAppears Odin is in the same league as Michael Douglas. In need of a shot of sex addiction therapy. Sex "addiction"? Have I ever heard anything more ridiculous? Yes, I have. Though not a lot.
ReplyDeleteOdin is probably in his prime. Grass greener on your side, John. And if he has to lock antlers with Moriarty and Ginger Harry it'll be his own cock up.
Talking of which, and I know I had this conversation with someone before, though can't remember what conclusion we came to: Are there any animals - gay? And if so what do they do with their urges?
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Most animals indulge in same sex sexual behaviours
DeleteFrom time to time..... Some more than others
Many species have attachments to others... I had a rooster who teamed up with a guinea fowl
Lusty chickens lead to complications, sounds like a college dorm.
ReplyDeleteLusty anything leads to complications
DeleteOdin the river and through the woods
ReplyDeleteTo the Ukraine village he comes...
Urges lead the way
The ladies to slay
Well, that's enough.
...for today.....
DeleteAh ~ will await the next episode : Perils and bloodshed of the roaming rooster raid.
ReplyDeleteI admire Odin's style. No need to wine and dine 'em and build up a loving relationship. He's through the hedge and following his most basic instinct. By the way Odin's wife is called Frigg which is reminiscent of "frigid" though "frigging" also springs to mind.
ReplyDeleteOdin must there be a honoury Yorkshireman
DeleteYou've got a Shakespearean drama writing itself in your Ukrainian Village. Something along the lines of Hamlet, perhaps...
ReplyDelete...or Othello...
DeleteOr watership down?
DeleteI sort of feel something for Odin. Perhaps he isn't all bad.
ReplyDeleteGod loves a tryer
Deletecould it be your hens that are calling him into danger and he is just doing as he is told no telling hummmm
ReplyDeleteSiren hens eh?
DeleteMy Goodness. Just finished watching The Vikings and here comes Odin again. Lots of blood and killings, it doesn't look good for either side.
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip
Ah gosh. Good luck with that, John.
ReplyDeleteI recall tales of bloodshed stories last Spring, but not from the hormone raging raider that is having his way with your pin-up Girls. xx
ReplyDeleteDon't accidentally do something to mess up the subtle relationships amongst the hens will you? This all sounds so very macho.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, hormones have a lot to answer for.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's Romeo and Juliet - love on the wrong side of the hedge row.
ReplyDeleteOh my, a rapist rooster! What's next?
ReplyDeleteProbably a court case in 30 years time.
ReplyDeleteHow is he getting into your place ?
ReplyDeleteMaybe he heard about the crackhouse whores and wants to come see for himself.
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