This has cheered me right up. Thinking of coloured custard in a massive battered silver jug, dinner ladies asking who wants the skin ... (Was that just my school?)
Alice sounds like a wonderful woman! I had an aunt who always talked to me as a confidante and friend as a child, and it’s so intoxicating and exciting isn’t it?
Anyway, I had to tell you about my dad and his mad adventures with fowl (your comment about letting your brooding hen hatch some chicklets reminded me!). My dad lives in the middle of nowhere in Wales, and when him and his wife first settled in, and they got three, yes THREE roosters they named Cocky (rude!), Doodle, and Doo, and no hens!!. They all got got by local foxes over the space of a year or two, during which time they finally relented to sanity and got some hens. I think Doo survived Cocky and Doodle by quite a bit, from memory. They now have a brood of hens, but they have a new Rooster who is an absolute menace! He’s called Boyo, and he attacks everyone with his spurs, and if you are walking around when he is on the loose you have to carry a big stick for protection!! Absolute madness! Every time I visit I enquire hopefully about Boyo’s health in case he has oh so sadly been got by a fox! But he must more than a match for the local canines!
I love everything about this (obviously apart from the fox attack!) Boyo is SUCH a good name for a rooster! I feel Boyo would get on well with Winifred when she isn’t broody. Both sound like they have knuckledusters to hand at all times! x
Glorious Olivia Hope has updated me on the pig photo! “The photo is taken in Co Kerry - at Puck Fair in Killorglin. By the ever amazing Inge Morath.” Thank you, Olivia!
This has cheered me right up. Thinking of coloured custard in a massive battered silver jug, dinner ladies asking who wants the skin ... (Was that just my school?)
ALL OF THIS! I think the battered jug made it all taste even better
Alice sounds like a wonderful woman! I had an aunt who always talked to me as a confidante and friend as a child, and it’s so intoxicating and exciting isn’t it?
Anyway, I had to tell you about my dad and his mad adventures with fowl (your comment about letting your brooding hen hatch some chicklets reminded me!). My dad lives in the middle of nowhere in Wales, and when him and his wife first settled in, and they got three, yes THREE roosters they named Cocky (rude!), Doodle, and Doo, and no hens!!. They all got got by local foxes over the space of a year or two, during which time they finally relented to sanity and got some hens. I think Doo survived Cocky and Doodle by quite a bit, from memory. They now have a brood of hens, but they have a new Rooster who is an absolute menace! He’s called Boyo, and he attacks everyone with his spurs, and if you are walking around when he is on the loose you have to carry a big stick for protection!! Absolute madness! Every time I visit I enquire hopefully about Boyo’s health in case he has oh so sadly been got by a fox! But he must more than a match for the local canines!
I love everything about this (obviously apart from the fox attack!) Boyo is SUCH a good name for a rooster! I feel Boyo would get on well with Winifred when she isn’t broody. Both sound like they have knuckledusters to hand at all times! x
Glorious Olivia Hope has updated me on the pig photo! “The photo is taken in Co Kerry - at Puck Fair in Killorglin. By the ever amazing Inge Morath.” Thank you, Olivia!
Love the sneak peek 😊👏🏻
Such a gorgeous read Alex! Thank you for sharing your memories with us. 🥰
Ps. Two of my girls have gone broody this week too!