As I have occasionally mentioned before, we keep chickens at the bottom of our garden. Or, to be strictly accurate, we keep hens.
We did have a boy chicken a few years ago, but when he started to crow in a husky teenage breaking voice sort of a way, we gave him to a friend who lives in the middle of nowhere.
If you keep a cockerel round here, especially one that crows at five o’clock on summer mornings, the neighbours will eventually band together and gather
