Roosters

Or as we Brits call them Roosters ‘cockerels’ are seriously getting on my nerves!  Some of  you maybe thinking, ‘ahh the girl got poultry’, this girlie here who once was having chickens  come hell or high water… (end of  movie chicken run stylie) and skipping to the bottom of the garden to get my fresh eggs in the morning :)  must once again grovel (ummm well maybe grovel is too strong a word – but you get where I am going with this) for forgiveness to the long and suffering  Richard – many a day he has listened (well to be fair he has the knack of *looking* like he is listening however…)  to me with, “oh I so want chickens”  - umming and arrrh over eglus and which one to have, what we would call them all and on and on and on…

His response was always the same – “ummm really darling I think we should wait until… always a sound (if not somewhat frustrating) cool headed good reason!)

Well no more!

So… why? Well as some of you may know September 2009 saw the re-location of Frozensky Software Ltd from the good old home office up to the old dairy farm, and I now have another reason to add to the growing ‘thank god i made the move’ list as I have been well and truly put off -

Roosters, Cockerels, whatever you wish to call them… they ‘bleep cock-a-bleeping-doddle’ all day!  And just when you are about to go out and wring  their necks*! they stop – phew you can breath again and the blood pressure begins to slowly come back down…

But yes you guessed it… ‘doodle-bleeping-cock-a doodle-bleeping-day’  again!

* no harm has come to any of these magnificent beasts in the making of this blog post :)