Articles from VictoriaTwead

Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 1 'I told you -- NO MORE CHICKENS!' I was on my hands and knees laying floor tiles. Joe returned from collecting eggs in the orchard. “We’re really low on grain,” he said. “We’ll have to go down to the chicken shop and get some more.” “Well, you’ll have to go by yourself, I’ve only just made up all this tile cement.” I was so deeply absorbed with my project that it wasn’t until some time later that a thought occurred to me. I...
Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 2 'Cocky makes himself at home' Joe carried the box to the orchard, I pulled open the gate, and we stepped inside. As usual, the girls crowded to meet us. They eyed the box suspiciously. Joe set it down on the ground, pulled back the cardboard flaps and lifted out the newcomer. I gasped. Only ten inches tall and about half the size of the other chickens, Cocky was exquisite. His feathers were an iridescence of colours, like an oil...
Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 3 'Cocky Misbehaves' It was Ginger who first alerted us to a growing problem. When we took our cups of coffee to drink in the orchard, Ginger usually perched on the arm of the old yellow sofa and chatted to us. This irritated Cocky no end. He was growing bolder by the day, and was clearly not happy to allow Ginger to consort with us. He resented our very presence and his body language left us in no doubt. Neck feathers bristling like a...
Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 4 'Judith Suggests Cauliflower' (Just to explain, Judith and her mother live in the next village. Judith is in her sixties, a very upper-class and no-nonsense type. She has 10 dogs and looks after 'Mother' who is in her 80's. Mother doesn't speak much but loves to dress up in outrageous clothes and flirt, in spite of her age.) “Phone Judith,” said Joe. “She may have an idea.” I reached for the phone and dialled Judith’s...
Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 5 Cauliflower The No-Name Twins were quiet and well behaved in their box. Unlike Cocky who crowed his dissatisfaction with tireless regularity. Following Judith’s directions, we swung off the main Lanjarón road and down a dirt track. Branches scraped the jeep’s paintwork and bald rocks lay strewn in our path. A little stream bubbled in the centre of the track, leading the way down. Even Cocky fell silent as we bounced and jolted, Joe...
Cocky, the Most Dangerous Rooster in Spain Part 6 'Cocky RIP' “Mother said you were coming,” said Cauliflower at last. I wondered fleetingly if anybody knew Mother’s real name. Chatting obviously wasn’t one of Caul’s strong points, so Joe and I busied ourselves unloading the feeder, water container and boxes out of the jeep. Caul watched us, deep in thought. We carried it all to the awning, where someone else had materialised. A woman, dressed in a sun bleached shapeless...
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