Our cockerel and cock numbers have been gradually creeping up, as we wait for young ones to grow big enough to eat - they are Scots Greys so they grow very slowly. We suddenly realised that we had six - particularly noticeable first thing in the morning when they let rip with all those cock-a-doodle-*#%&@-dos

Aaagh! So this morning my OH went out with the gun - and now there's only one

It had to be the gun for some as they had taken to sleeping rough so couldn't be caught (maybe they had a little suspicion they were surplus to requirements

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At first Napoleon, the original cock and sole survivor, did a lot of Ozzy-sounding crows, clearly waiting for an answer from all his rivals, but by lunchtime he was starting to realise he is back to being king of the dung heap again

and all is peaceful - no cock fights, no rapes, no bully-boys.