Stick with me on this one
Last week a woman from Llanasa asked me if I had a cockerel for sale
she was looking for a "friend" of hers
I told her that I didnt
Two days later a woman from Gwaenysgor called in wanting to rehome one
I told her that strangely enough that I knew of someone who wanted a cockerel
I rang Llanasa woman who asked me to take in the cockerel until she could see it
That I did
Gwaenysgor woman dropped off cockerel
Llanasa woman came to pick it up
But then decided to photograph cockerel for her "friend" to see
Friend has now decided he didn't want the cockerel
and now the bloody cockerel has been left with me.......
So meet Cecil
Who is the biggest fucking big girls blouse this side of the Welsh Borders
|Cecil ( centre)|
Only the size of a very small teapot, he has spent his first day
hysterically running around the field screaming at the top of his lungs when any new hen
looked at him in the wrong way.
I have honestly never seen anything quite like it!
Especially as he has big feathered feet which give him the look of a small clockwork toy on amphetamines
The neighbours thinking that something awful was afoot, started to venture into their front gardens after a couple of hours of
this verbal hysteria , and so I had to march over to he field to take charge of the situation
After ten minutes of screaming, I finally caught a hyperventilating Cecil in the graveyard
and put him into a run with Phyllis Diller and the mild mannered Bodica.
As I type this, he is lying inside their hen house with all of the drama
of Scarlett O 'Hara before the ball.
An anxiety filled cockerel who is terrified of hens is not a character fit for purpose
I'm such a sucker