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What we hoped would not happen happened this morning in the courtyard.

He–and that’s what we were fearing, it’s a HE–let out a loud noise that was unmistakably a first attempt at a cockerel’s clarion call.

Contemplating life as a full throated rooster…

But like all first rehearsals, it lacked clarity and confidence.

However it showed (unfortunately) palpable promisewhich means, Houston–we have a problem! 

Three little chicks were sold with the vendor’s assurance they would grow into delightful small hens, clucking their way quietly through life, eating the slugs and bugs and contributing to the general well being of the household.

Well they have grown and they are delightful–but one is plainly a cockerel.

maybe the little one at the back too!

“So what’s the problem?” you may be thinking–cockerels have a right to live too!

The problem is the Henri factor.

We once had a rooster called Henri. He was a handsome fellow.

He knew he was good looking. The three bantams were his harem. The courtyard was his domain and he ruled it ruthlessly.

Any creature–humans not excluded–who crossed it while Henri was in residence was in danger of attack.

He would draw himself up to his full nine inches and launch himself on a diagonal run across the yard   letting out a terrifying screech.

We decided Henri had to go and he was taken back to her small-holding by our neighbor Flo, whose gift the four had been to us.

He lived there with his new harem–seven full size hens–for a year or two until he disappeared one day, finally, we assumed, meeting his match–a hungry fox.

So far our unnamed cock is not showing the same domineering signs as Henri–he’s twice the size so may not feel the need. But can we support the early morning wake-up call that was given a first run out this morning?

We’ll have to wait and see.

One things certain though; Whatshisname will not finish up in a pot as cock au vin–we’d have no appetite for that!

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