I’ve nothing to chat about today. Ive got plenty to do but little to say
So I picked an old page of Going Gently to revise and re read
It’s from the autumn of 2012 when the Ukrainian Village was at its peak
And for those that don’t know Rooster Cogburn was a huge but benign cockerel who had been totally blinded
by some children and subsequently given to me to look after
Enjoy
Well this post should warm the very cockles of fellow blogger Benny's heart!I do so hope that he enjoys it!
Anyhow!
Above is a somewhat "interesting" photo which illustrates a previous post about some animals' abilities to "team up" when they are in need of the warmth and companionship perfectly!.
Last week the blind Cockerel Rooster Cogburn lost his coop mate Vinegar Tits.
Mz Tits had recovered well from a bout of dropsy and needed to return to her own troupe of "crackhead whores" all of whom had missed the presence of their alpha female.So that left me with the rather knotty problem of who could fill Vinegar Tits' overly assertive sling-backs in providing company for the old cockerel!.
The answer came in the diminutive and neurotic shape of Phyllis Diller, the frizzle cross bantam, and I must admit from her perspective, their meeting seemed like a match made in heaven.from the get-go, as she fussed about him like Charles Hawtrey in a feather outfit.
Cogburn seems delighted with his new coop mate, his daily crowing quota seems to have increased somewhat anyway, and this morning when I opened up his sleeping quarters, the two of them were tightly cuddled up together in one nesting box, like two peas in a pod!
Well this post should warm the very cockles of fellow blogger Benny's heart!I do so hope that he enjoys it!
Anyhow!
Above is a somewhat "interesting" photo which illustrates a previous post about some animals' abilities to "team up" when they are in need of the warmth and companionship perfectly!.
Last week the blind Cockerel Rooster Cogburn lost his coop mate Vinegar Tits.
Mz Tits had recovered well from a bout of dropsy and needed to return to her own troupe of "crackhead whores" all of whom had missed the presence of their alpha female.So that left me with the rather knotty problem of who could fill Vinegar Tits' overly assertive sling-backs in providing company for the old cockerel!.
The answer came in the diminutive and neurotic shape of Phyllis Diller, the frizzle cross bantam, and I must admit from her perspective, their meeting seemed like a match made in heaven.from the get-go, as she fussed about him like Charles Hawtrey in a feather outfit.
Cogburn seems delighted with his new coop mate, his daily crowing quota seems to have increased somewhat anyway, and this morning when I opened up his sleeping quarters, the two of them were tightly cuddled up together in one nesting box, like two peas in a pod!
So many rescues over the years. So many lives made better.
ReplyDeleteThings were a lot different then David x
DeleteOh my God what a nice little story! The two of them cuddled together must have been so cute. They look like they should be comedies next team. You know like Lucy and Desi, George and Gracie, Laurel and Hardy..
ReplyDeleteHe was a sweet old boy as I remember
DeleteYou have a true talent for naming chickens.
ReplyDeleteVinegar tits was a real cow of a hen .
DeleteVicious
Debra beat me to it!
ReplyDeleteThe crackhead whores were a group of abused hens brought up in some dreadful conditions .
DeleteThey were aggressive and needy over food ( understandably) and would bully any other hen not in their group. In the end they had to be housed in their own hen house
I never knew chickens with such exotic names! What a marvelous life you gave them.
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Delete"I gave myself".
DeleteWhat a great reply!
Only a true animal lover ,
(I am one,too) would say that . Mary
I remember this and it made me happy this round, too. You are such a great story teller.
ReplyDeleteThe story of bogbrush was better
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Great post! Very happy for them!
ReplyDeleteI had lots of strays and waifs as I recall
DeleteBoxing Day one huge lonely cockerel was dumped at the Gate…I called him Jesus
I had a sex starved silkie who used to shag everything called bogbrush, and a Canada goose called camilla Parker Bowles
I killed bogbrush by accident
DeleteSee above
DeleteHow sweet. Phyllis Diller was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteShe was a character to be sure, but was terribly bullied for being “ different”
DeleteThis was a timely post. One of my four month old chicks was just blinded by a raccoon and I’ve been worried if I should put her down. Ow I shall just monitor and make sure she’s eating and drinking properly. Thank you John
ReplyDeleteRooster was bullied terribly by other roosters and by the other alpha hens I had to keep him in his own run , only letting him out with me once a day for a walk, he would follow my voice
DeleteThe names you give people and animals! Love 'em. -Kate
ReplyDeleteI remember being told off at the time re the crackhead whores , but it kind of suited them as they were the sorriest looking hens I ever rescued
DeleteThat is a sweet story with laughter included.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I miss my animal days, they certainly gave me lots of subject material to write about
DeleteWhat a sweet story and hope Rooster and Phyllis stayed happily together for a very long time. Phyllis was certainoy aptly named!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Rooster survived 2 more years and died peacefully with his head in the sun
DeleteWhichever way you look at it is certainly is a marriage made in heaven - after all she is wearing her bridal finery.
ReplyDeleteShe was a stupid little thing as I recall , overactive and silly but she took to him alright
DeleteA lovely story then and now. One can't help but feel cheered! You're such a marvelous storyteller.
ReplyDeleteHope Mary's feeling much better.
She’s brighter and less itchy for sure
DeleteWell this is a lovely story, which l remember first time round (that long?, r eally). Except for one bit ' totally blinded by some children!! ' WTF is that all about?. No wonder the older l get the more l prefer animals to people, hummm. Tess
ReplyDeleteEleven years ago bizarre how quickly life gallops away
DeleteThank you for being on for the ride for so long
DeleteI marvel at your animal intuition.
ReplyDeleteAlso, thank you! Today is my 60th and I needed a good laugh. I just read todays post plus the Bogbrush. Hilarious and the sob had it coming.
DeleteXxx
DeleteA story with a happy ending. I love the pairing, she is perfectly named.
ReplyDeleteGood times. I was enchanted by Gentleman Farmer John Grey and his menagerie of animals and garden, open days and homemaking, tho somewhat baffled by the Ukrainian Village designation and fields called Breasts.
ReplyDeletelizzy x
Great story as usual. lini from petaluma
ReplyDeleteI always find strange friendships very heart-warming.
ReplyDeleteShe really does make me think of Charles Hawtrey in a feather outfit!
ReplyDeletePhyllis Diller is the perfect name for that chicken.
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