A few weeks or more ago, after we got home from somewhere after a day or so away from home, we found a strange chook running around our back yard. A pretty speckled little bantam.
We tried to chase it back towards the neighbours place - it wouldn't go. The next day, I found it scratching in my garden making a nice old mess, so I put in my chook run and told the neighbours I had their chook. The neighbours said they weren't missing a chook.
So, it continued to live in the chook run, and the kids got all excited when they found a smaller than normal egg. The kids see the chooks every day, its their job to feed them.
The other morning, I was hanging around the garden. I hear a rooster crow. "Hmm" I says to myself "Neighbours rooster must be wandering around, or the sound is really carrying this morning!"
HA! what kind of chook farmer am I? No bloody wonder it sounded so close:
It was in my OWN CHOOKRUN! That little speckled bantam ain't no egg layer! It appears to have turned into a rooster. This would be why the neighbours aren't missing a CHOOK. I bet they are still giggling into their beers.
And he knows how to crow very well.
Chicken stew anyone?