And so it came to pass…a
wise granddaughter was proven correct.
It was the unmasking,
the day that Danny became Dan! Yes, the white chicken was indeed a cockerel.
Danny and Kylie had still not been sleeping with the others.
They were being slightly more tolerated but still
chased away from food, most felt sorry for them.
Mr Ideasman rumbled on about Danny chucking seed around.
‘That’s a cockerel,
look he’s showing off,’ he said.
‘I’ve seen the others
do that too’ said Ms Mova, ‘she’s not a rooster, I’m sure.’
Fast forward a few
weeks when Ms Earth Mother and her silver children were mingling with the
chickens when one who shall remain nameless rose onto tiptoes, flapped wings
and crowed.
Well, that was it. A fine
specimen but not for our chicken yard. Ms Mova arranged a capture and he was
taken off to the chicken man at the local markets to breed happily ever after
or breed happily in the ever after.
And so to our
wonderful Open Day. Ms Mova and Ms
Tagalong are still congratulating themselves and reeling from the fabulous rallying
around by our wonderful gardening community to provide such an entertaining and
enjoyable day.
But that’s another
story!
