Friday, 24 July 2009

Henny Penny

I'll end the week with a real bird - a chicken at Pitville Park. I used to have a couple of chickens called Jennifer and Clarissa, named after the Two Fat Ladies (two women that had a cooking series on TV.) We used to get a dozen eggs a week off of them but they met an untimely end. They lived in a greenhouse, with the glass removed, and at night they got shut into an old rabbit hutch. One night I'd been out on the town and didn't shut them away. Next morning I went down the garden to feed them and they were gone. All that was left were a few white feathers and half a wing. A fox had his fill that night. Poor Jennifer and Clarissa.

On a lighter note, I'm off to the Cotswold Beer Festival tonight. Hangover tomorrow!
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9 comments:

Virginia said...

Well drown your sorrows and mine over the untimely demise of Jennifer and Clarissa. Take two aspirins and call me in the morning.
V

Leif Hagen said...

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?! CLUCK, cluck, cluck ....

Lorac said...

Hello Cheltenham from Georgetown! Nice chicken. Going with you tonight? Lol Have a great one!

Saretta said...

Poor Jennifer and Clarissa indeed! Why not try your luck with Ducky Lucky next time?

Dusty Lens said...

Poor chickens, the fox is well fed. have fun at the beer fest and type softly tomorrow.

JM said...

I've enjoyed your bird series. Sorry about Jennifer and Clarissa

Mo said...

oops almost like the other Jennifer and Clarissa. Perhaps next time elizabeth and elizabeth, seems they live a long time. Enjoy the fest. Look forward to pics of the glasses before being downed.

Babooshka said...

Oh dear. Poor hens. Great close up though.

Paul said...

Oops, poor Jennifer and Clarissa. We had chickens throughout my childhood and we soon discovered a fox does not need much tempting. I still love to see chickens in someones garden though.
Check out my pics of the Yorkshire Regt marching through Leeds.

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