The rain stops and the sun appears.
But our chickens are skeptics.
They remain under shelter in what’s left of the yard.
Picture taken in our side-yard.
This entry was posted on August 21, 2013 by neitherusenorornament. It was filed under shade, sun and was tagged with Chickens, George Harrison: Here comes the sun, Hide and seek, Monsoon.
How many chickens have you now?
August 21, 2013 at 8:25 pm
Just the three.
We started with Sweet, the hen who adopted us then, while I was in New Zealand last year, Robin acquired a further hen (Sour) plus a young rooster (Biryani). After initial fierce hostilities between the two females a pecking order was established and now they all get on fine.
Sweet remains by far the best layer: producing a beautiful large brown egg almost every day. Sour gets very broody, often sitting on her empty nest for weeks at a time. Biryani is loud and beautiful but still young. He makes all the right noises, and escorts the ladies around the yard from dawn until dusk – though remains clueless as to what he should be doing with his harem.
August 21, 2013 at 8:53 pm
Your sceptical chickens are American I fancy. Will you be getting one called basmati?
August 21, 2013 at 9:17 pm
Why on earth should they be American? They are from good Kerala stock – indigenous Indian-bred birds from the country which, arguably, gave rise to the chicken!
Regarding their names, Lucille, whilst I am quite familiar with “sweet and sour chicken”, and have been known to enjoy the occasional chicken biryani, I’ve yet to see chicken basmati on a take-away menu. What exotic bistros you frequent, young lady…
August 21, 2013 at 9:26 pm
Sir, may I pedantically refer you to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_and_British_English_spelling_differences to explain my feeble allusion.
Tikka and Masala would have been more in keeping with your naming policy I now see but I often serve Chicken basmati as introduced by my Goan grandmother back in the day. It was made with vencatachellum curry powder from the blue tin.
August 21, 2013 at 11:15 pm
It is time for me to acknowledge my own poor spelling, my dwindling recall of the Queen’s English and my utter reliance on the computer’s “spell-check”. Although the latter sometimes offers beautifully whimsical substitutions, this time it corrected my comment into American parlance. I will endeavour to use “sceptics” when the opportunity next arises.
But as for your late-lamented Goan grandma, all I can do is attribute her fanciful terminology to some dangerously exotic Portuguese influences.
August 22, 2013 at 10:34 am
My curiosity is overcoming my good sense. I must know why you think the chickens are American.
August 22, 2013 at 8:49 am
Courtesy demands that I must leave the blog-sphere’s very own Lynne Truss to speak for herself!
August 22, 2013 at 10:37 am
I suspect it is because of the “k” and “c” spelling, or misspelling, depending on one’s place of residence.
August 22, 2013 at 10:59 am
Though it reflects not just a place of residence… but a whole way of living! I should add an emoticon at this juncture – but old-fashion British reserve runs deep…
August 22, 2013 at 11:36 am
That’s it Susan. Now I must go and get a life!
August 22, 2013 at 1:28 pm
August 22, 2013 at 1:30 pm
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