Not able to get about with ease at the moment my gaze is closer to home. I love my poultry.
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Our Cockerel. He struts his stuff in the garden, crows a lot but really looks after the hens, scratches about and calls them to eat and stands guard. Quite charming to watch. He has a mixed bag of offspring, all different.
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The white one, offspring of the cock. There are two more about six weeks old, one black and the other brown.
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