Cloggy is the proud owner of a "kick ass" Rooster
Cloggy has spent the last few days holed up in his work shed. Nothing unusual about that except for a number of visits to the Gamma (http://www.gamma.com/home.html) - a dutch DIY store, and excessive use of the Internet (http://meerdere.tripod.com/) for a plan.
We wondered what the hell he was plotting until he moved his clandestine operations into the back yard and began to build a wooden creation with all the fanaticism of Noah once God had given him the nod that the flood was coming.
The end result is a chicken coop of grand proportions. Thing is we don't own any chickens........ until this evening that is!
Unbeknown to me Cloggy had decided that owning chickens is apparently crucial in this economic climate. If you own your own chickens you can save on the house keeping in the following ways;
1: You don't have to buy eggs anymore
2: You can feed them all the crap from the kitchen thus reducing the amount of garbage that you have to pay the town hall to pick up every week.
3: You can eat the chickens that don't give any eggs.
4: Chicken crap is a natural fertiliser therefore I won't buy "plant food" to make my garden look super anymore - not that it did anyway cause I am a crap gardener.
This evening at precisely 20.17 Cloggys hockey team mate delivered 1 Rooster and 2 of its lady friends aka chickens. They are now in our garage in a dog crate acclimatising to the Twente air. Tomorrow morning they will be placed into their chicken palace where they will stay for 1 week and then let loose on the neighbourhood.
It was all a bit short notice as Cloggys team mate had forgotten that the chickens, which were on temporary loan to a University in the Netherlands, were to be returned today. They are rare breed chickens( http://home.iae.nl/users/reneq/reneinfoen.htm) and were a part of a breeding programme which had worked wonderfully and now the aforementioned University is flooded with the clucking beasts.
The Rooster is a large handsome beast and apparently very horny as at every opportunity he was "having a go" with his coop mates which is just as well because Cloggy has forgotten 2 crucial factors in his master plan;
1: The neighbours Rooster thinks our garden is his territory and will therefore defend it with all the ferocity of a splinter faction of Hezbollah
but more sinisterly
2: Our Brown Labrador, Fly, is a locally renowned chicken murderer!
I wonder sometimes how Cloggys brain is functioning?
We wondered what the hell he was plotting until he moved his clandestine operations into the back yard and began to build a wooden creation with all the fanaticism of Noah once God had given him the nod that the flood was coming.
The end result is a chicken coop of grand proportions. Thing is we don't own any chickens........ until this evening that is!
Unbeknown to me Cloggy had decided that owning chickens is apparently crucial in this economic climate. If you own your own chickens you can save on the house keeping in the following ways;
1: You don't have to buy eggs anymore
2: You can feed them all the crap from the kitchen thus reducing the amount of garbage that you have to pay the town hall to pick up every week.
3: You can eat the chickens that don't give any eggs.
4: Chicken crap is a natural fertiliser therefore I won't buy "plant food" to make my garden look super anymore - not that it did anyway cause I am a crap gardener.
This evening at precisely 20.17 Cloggys hockey team mate delivered 1 Rooster and 2 of its lady friends aka chickens. They are now in our garage in a dog crate acclimatising to the Twente air. Tomorrow morning they will be placed into their chicken palace where they will stay for 1 week and then let loose on the neighbourhood.
It was all a bit short notice as Cloggys team mate had forgotten that the chickens, which were on temporary loan to a University in the Netherlands, were to be returned today. They are rare breed chickens( http://home.iae.nl/users/reneq/reneinfoen.htm) and were a part of a breeding programme which had worked wonderfully and now the aforementioned University is flooded with the clucking beasts.
The Rooster is a large handsome beast and apparently very horny as at every opportunity he was "having a go" with his coop mates which is just as well because Cloggy has forgotten 2 crucial factors in his master plan;
1: The neighbours Rooster thinks our garden is his territory and will therefore defend it with all the ferocity of a splinter faction of Hezbollah
but more sinisterly
2: Our Brown Labrador, Fly, is a locally renowned chicken murderer!
I wonder sometimes how Cloggys brain is functioning?