Monday, 2 May 2005

in memoriam

I have just had a phone call from my Ma.

Apparently Brutus the cockerel has met his end ... at the teeth of a fox.

Edwin (the boy who does the heavy work on the farm - he's 76 and just had his second hip replacement) heard the chickens cackling at something, went out to see what was going on and scared a fox off ... it was doing its best to drag Brutus' corpse away, but was struggling because he was so enormous.

Edwin chased the fox away and collected up Brutus' mortal remains.

He is now hanging up by his feet in the coal-cellar, waiting to be plucked and boiled up for the dogs.

Ma and Natalie are quite upset, despite planning his demise themselves.

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