Was woken early Sunday morning by a right hullaballoo. Loud, continual squawking. Poked my nose through the curtains but couldn't see Clarissa, my big fat hen. The loud squawking continued. Thinking Clarissa must be being attacked somewhere by a cat, fox, dog I leapt down stairs and outside - to find my weeny, formerly mute (apart from a very quiet mewing noise) Japanese pekin squawing, full lung, on the top step.
She was quite happy. At my "Shush!" she shuffled off to continue her scratching.
Please - not another hen-turned-cockerel!
Poogle xxx