Barnaby the chasing cockerel has left the coop...

...he had to go. Such an aggressive little boy! He has chased the cat out of the garden since he was tiny and he never became the boyfriend for my other bantam, Ken, that I'd hoped for.

I hate taking chickens to the market. You can never tell whether they will be picked up by a breeder with some pretty hens, or just get swept up by 'the man from the meat factory'. In my mind, he's now with three lovely ladies that are fawning all over him at how beautiful he is. Awwwwww.