Think of a farm and one of the images that may spring to mind is chickens and fresh eggs.
Not at Rocky Springs.
We have never kept chooks for 4 very good reasons:
- Fox Terriers
Then Brian had one too many red wines.
After a long lunch with mates Brian returned home with 4 chickens. Only they weren’t. We were now the proud owners of 4 roosters, saved from having their heads removed by my loving husband. As they say: it sounded like a good idea at the time.
Brian promptly threw the new arrivals in a long-abandoned chicken coop and retired to bed. The coop’s use in recent years has been to house whichever bitch has been on heat and consequently it has a pillar like appearance – as every dog on the place has done his best to dig under and around it.
So began our first sleepless night. My theory is the chooks attracted the foxes, and in a valiant attempt to protect her domain Bonnie (who was reclining on a couch on the veranda by our bedroom) made multiple frenzied-barking rushes into the dark. Loudly.
Then the roosters started crowing.
Bleary-eyed the next morning I reminded the chook owner there were a couple of fox-terrier-sized holes in the netting of the coop. He went to investigate.
Bonnie beat him to it.
With a cacophony of panicked squawks and an explosion of feathers Bonnie had flogged the first rooster. Brian, only steps behind, grabbed the fox terrier by the scruff of the neck and gave her a flogging of her own, poked her under his arm and marched her off to her kennel. Bonnie’s eyes, looking up at Brian, were suitably contrite, but the view from the back end showed her tail wagging nineteen to the dozen.
Brian set about repairing the coop and then liberated the rest of the dogs to test his handiwork. Bo tried to unlatch the door chain with his nose. Clyde tried to create another fox-terrier-sized hole. Manu barked and Spy stood sentinel – salivating.
The coop held and in time, accompanied by growls from Brian, all the dogs except Spy dispersed. He is still there, statue-like, watching his chooks.
The feathered ones – black chook, red chook, cream chook and missing-a-few-feathers grey chook – have survived 48 hours at Rocky Springs; and we’re about to head into snake and goanna season.
Wish them luck.