Friday 9 January 2015

Day 126.

John. Photography by F L Campbell

Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: half full.

Like I said Brian’s son, John, is one chilled-out chicken (in stark contrast to his brother Luke). We were all having a lovely dust bath up by the garage when the people came back and used the full width of the turning circle in front of the garage to manoeuvre their car. Well, we all scattered in terror – all except John, that is, who stayed in the dust bath with the car wheel only feather-lengths away from his beak. Didn’t blink any one of his eyelids! He laughed and called us “fraidy feathers” when we came back to the dust bath. Unflappable!

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