It is our last day at Watermeadows and I have been up since 5:30, mainly because that is the time our rooster crowed to let us know that he was awake…..and if he was awake, we all should be awake and getting on with the business of the day, which for him involves a lot of strutting, pecking, crowing and keeping the hens in line.
“Cocorico! Cocorico!”
Now I like the French language, but I can’t help feeling that the French coq has been given a raw deal here.
“Cocorico!”
I’m sorry but it just doesn’t have the same ring to it as “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”. Those of you that haven’t already had a try (and I know some of you will have already given a little cocorico)give it a try now. For one thing it doesn’t have enough syllables, and for another thing……well, it’s just not right.
That aside, I have really loved watching the rooster and his little family of three hens, they became such a part of our life in our 10 days at Watermeadows.
Hello? Morning tea please, cake would be grand
The poor little snail tried in vain to camouflage itself against the stones
Would someone mind lighting the fire? It’s a bit chilly.
I just loved my little chicken family, so cute