Thursday, 1 February 2007

two falls and a submission

Right. I feel better having got that off my chest :). Thank you for listening.

Much more positive today, partly because it is a *glorious* day - very spring like - and partly because I am managing the nausea better. All the birds are singing like mad and the air has got that soft smell to it.

It makes George the Cockerel horny.

And when George the Cockerel is horny, EVERYONE knows about it. He's become obsessed with the danger that shoes present to his harem. So when you visit the garden, he rushes up and susses out your footwear for danger. Welly-wearers are apparently safe, so long as they are in traditional green or black attire.

georgeBob The Builder Wellies are a no-no, as we discovered at the weekend.

As are my sunflower-covered slip-on thingies.

He ruffles his neck feathers up, puts his head down and starts to peck, viciously. This is actually quite funny when he does it on my sunflower-slip-ons, as they're quite tough leather and he kind of richochets off them, shaking his head and staggering slightly.

However, having a cockerel attached to your leg, or at the very least, shadowing your every move so that you don't get in between him and his ladies does cramp your style a bit if you want to do anything at all in the garden. So yesterday we tried a little pop psychology.

Apparently if you turn them on their back, hold them on the ground and give them a stern talking to, they then accept that they are the junior partner in that particular pecking order and back off.

This seems to have worked okay with George so far, but when I tried it with the pekin cockerel yesterday afternoon, he submitted gracefully, then picked himself up, shook himself off and gave me a peck on the thumb.

I may try again with him this evening.

9 comments:

  1. I can just see you cockerel-tipping..
    :-)
    Maybe I should try that with the cat. She forgets who's boss sometimes.

    Funny, I was just thinking about you when you left that asparagus comment. I'll let you know how I get on.
    Yes, it takes 3 years apparently, before they are good for harvesting. But they last for years, I had one in my garden when I was a kid, and you could mow it with the lawnmower, all sorts of abuse, and it would never die, so I am hopeful that I can actually grow them OK.

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  2. I can just see you cockerel-tipping..
    :-)
    Maybe I should try that with the cat. She forgets who's boss sometimes.

    Funny, I was just thinking about you when you left that asparagus comment. I'll let you know how I get on.
    Yes, it takes 3 years apparently, before they are good for harvesting. But they last for years, I had one in my garden when I was a kid, and you could mow it with the lawnmower, all sorts of abuse, and it would never die, so I am hopeful that I can actually grow them OK.

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  3. I completely misread that post. I thought that you had lain on your back submissively under the cockerel.

    I used to do much the same thing with my dog, when he got uppity. Take him by the muzzle, put my nose to his and growl softly. I could do anything with him. He argued with everyone else.

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  4. I completely misread that post. I thought that you had lain on your back submissively under the cockerel.

    I used to do much the same thing with my dog, when he got uppity. Take him by the muzzle, put my nose to his and growl softly. I could do anything with him. He argued with everyone else.

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  5. The mind just ... boggles. :)
    yzkpgt

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  6. The mind just ... boggles. :)
    yzkpgt

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  7. Er... Something rather odd happened there, didn't it?

    Oh well - never mind... *looks shifty*

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  8. Er... Something rather odd happened there, didn't it?

    Oh well - never mind... *looks shifty*

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  9. chicken-wrangling must be easier than cat wrangling

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