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Monday, 19 March 2012

Faster than a speeding pullet

It's exceedingly rare for me to be lost for words.  But not only has it happened, the incident causing this malfunction with my mouth took place in the hen run!

It was a lovely morning.   The birds were singing and the sheep were making their way into the field with their new offspring when I went down to open up the coop.  Irene, Rebecca, Maggie and Titian had all made an appearance and were followed, as usual, by Fizz.

It goes without saying that Fizz immediately chased after Rebecca with only one thing on his mind.  And, as is always the case, Rebecca took off like a bat out of hell up the run.

The run is a triangular shape and narrows sharply at the top, which is where the little Araucana was heading, Fizz hard on her heels.   Almost too late, she realised that if she didn't do something, and do it rapidly, she was going to be cornered.   In a second or two, she'd have nowhere to go.  That would mean submission to Fizz's attentions, and she simply wasn't in the mood this morning.

Fizz was closing in rapidly, so she took evasive action in the most novel way.   She swung round and escaped by running between his legs!   

And that, dear readers, was when words failed me. 

1 comment:

Shell said...

That must have been a sight to see, and I bet Fizz was shocked :)