My love-hate relationship with George the Rooster has come to an amicable understanding.  In return for him not rushing at me with murderous intent I am keeping him well fed and watered and have installed new in-pen entertainment.  We’ve been clearing the gorse, bracken and brambles by his pen giving him an altogether more pleasant outlook. Now when I say “we” I mean a neighbourly exercise of one of our close neighbours with his ear screaching and toe curling bladed brush cutter.  It puts the fear into me but I’m coming to the conclusion that it can’t be that hard if I keep all my fingers, toes and other extremities out of harm’s way.  That and having head to toe protection to keep any flying debris from causing harm.

So like the home spoiled bassets I have now a rooster who is living the life of his namesake – HM George III.  Yes, George of the madness kind!