Cat-of-the-day would like to note the passing of a one Vladimir, magnificent cockerel and in chicken years probably a centurion, who, having survived dog and fox attack over the years, finally fell off his perch today. He was a fine beast, stupid and psychotic, as any good cockerel should be. Though he mellowed over the years he still looked at me with murder in his eye, especially that time in when, in my haste, I fed the chickens while wearing red leather gloves, a thing I shall not repeat in front of a large cockerel.
And to you over the pond, that’s a rooster, I am told….
Cockerel-of-the-day: do not worry, cats will return, but I spent the day at the Royal Bath & West, and there were no cats. There was this rather magnificent cock, though. The label said ‘Old English Game Birds’…. looks better equipped for running than our podgy brood at home.