Not having small female children around the house has meant that the delights of " Frozen" have largely passed me by However for some strange reason the hit song " Let It Go" has firmly rooted itself into my head, and so during various parts of the day, I can be caught warbling " here I stand......here I stay .........." And " I don't care...what they'll say" when filling the water butts and feeding the ewes.
This morning I was in full voice when I was attacked from behind by the new cockerel Ginger Harry.
It's not the first time he has been showing his metal, and his attacks have been increasing in their intensity over the past few weeks
Some males just have too much testosterone for their own good , so when this fighting behaviour starts it is important to pick the offending cockerel up, and in a feat of dominance , walk around with him for a long time , tucked up safely under your arm pit.
I didn't manage to catch the bugger this morning, he was too quick for me, but as I walked back across the fields carrying a blue plastic bucket , he made the mistake to come in with all Spurs blazing for one final attack.
Not quite the best scene from any Disney film, I have ever seen,
But I battered the little bastard three times with the bucket
Without breaking a line of the chorus " Let it go! LET IT GO...TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOR,!!!"