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The King (of the dunghill) is dead.RSS feed

Posted: Saturday 1 December, 2007

by Rosemary at 7:40pm in Poultry No comments Add your own

When I went out to let the hens down this morning, there was a pile of feathers under the ark. All the hens were present but no Hobbes. I assume a fox must have got him as he went to bed last night. Reynard must have fancied a change to rabbit.

The three young cockerels are fine, so one of them will get a reprieve from the roasting tin either as our stock cockerel or as a swap for an unrelated one. It's an ill wind...

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