Eight degrees at 8:30am. Bright sunshine, scudding clouds and strong wind. The forsythia is in bloom.
Yesterday the chicks went out into their new quarters in Palazzo Pollo, cordoned off from their parents for the time being. Last night's sudden drop in temperature was some cause for concern, but the fabulous five seem to have weathered their first night in the great outdoors well. It wasn't long before our enormous Bionda piemontese cockerel jumped the cordon to take a closer look at his third round of progeny, and professed himself content with an enormous crow that sent the little ones scurrying for cover.
Well, wouldn't you run for the hills if your father was 10 times your size with a vicious beak, spurs the size of your wing and capable of making a noise that wakes all the sleepers in a 2-km radius? Oh, and seven wives...
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Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Of things yellow
Eight degrees at 8:30am. Bright sunshine, scudding clouds and strong wind. The forsythia is in bloom.
Yesterday the chicks went out into their new quarters in Palazzo Pollo, cordoned off from their parents for the time being. Last night's sudden drop in temperature was some cause for concern, but the fabulous five seem to have weathered their first night in the great outdoors well. It wasn't long before our enormous Bionda piemontese cockerel jumped the cordon to take a closer look at his third round of progeny, and professed himself content with an enormous crow that sent the little ones scurrying for cover.
Well, wouldn't you run for the hills if your father was 10 times your size with a vicious beak, spurs the size of your wing and capable of making a noise that wakes all the sleepers in a 2-km radius? Oh, and seven wives...
Yesterday the chicks went out into their new quarters in Palazzo Pollo, cordoned off from their parents for the time being. Last night's sudden drop in temperature was some cause for concern, but the fabulous five seem to have weathered their first night in the great outdoors well. It wasn't long before our enormous Bionda piemontese cockerel jumped the cordon to take a closer look at his third round of progeny, and professed himself content with an enormous crow that sent the little ones scurrying for cover.
Well, wouldn't you run for the hills if your father was 10 times your size with a vicious beak, spurs the size of your wing and capable of making a noise that wakes all the sleepers in a 2-km radius? Oh, and seven wives...
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This post was a delight.
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