Little Read Booster

Best written and most entertaining read of the day: The sad lot of the rooster in a world with too many males.

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21 Responses to Little Read Booster

  1. JohnJJJ

    fun fact: the commoners word for a “chicken” in almost every language around the world is funny. Chook, djaja..

  2. Tom

    Glad it amused you, CL. Out here in the real world, the musings of highly paid ABC tax-hoovers waving their jobs-for-life in our faces is revolting.

  3. C.L.

    Fiona Scott-Norman doesn’t work for the ABC.

  4. Chris M

    Out here in the real world, the musings of highly paid ABC tax-hoovers waving their jobs-for-life in our faces is revolting.

    It’s a cry from the heart of ABC world. She is surrounded by a sea of hens just longing for that tough fearless cockerel to dominate her with scarcely a glance. Even managed a Tony Abbott reference, top marks.

  5. Chris M

    Fiona Scott-Norman doesn’t work for the ABC.

    Oh really? Crushing… that’s why it was well written then /sad

  6. Up The Workers!

    “Fiona Scott-Norman doesn’t work for the A.B.C.”

    Nor does anybody else!

  7. C.L.

    Just a bit of light entertainment for Catallaxy’s bird lovers (there are a few).
    I’ll get back to complaining about something at the earliest available opportunity.

  8. Tom

    Fiona Scott-Norman doesn’t work for the ABC.

    She doesn’t have to while ABC News actively promotes her books, as it does for all its protected class. Nice work if you can get it: a government information monopoly making sure you never have to worry about money.

  9. stackja

    Rooster one day. Feather duster the next.

  10. Bruce of Newcastle

    I think it’s fun that a lefty, as Ms Scott-Norman appears to be, is forced to encounter the Mk 1 Council Nazi.

    I came home to a card, slid under the front door, from my local council, requiring me to call on the subject of “poultry breeding in domestic premises”. I immediately felt sick. Fark. I could lose all my chickens. I’d put myself on their radar. What an idiot.

    Big government came for her cockerel.

    (I’m amused that she manages to hit most of the important things in her column: a qwerty chook, feminist hens and Mu slims.)

  11. RobK

    Roosters are not to be trusted.

  12. pbw

    CL,

    Have you thought about doing a Drudge, now that Matt has been purchased body and soul, upon which may God have mercy?

  13. Elizabeth (Lizzie) Beare

    Just a bit of light entertainment for Catallaxy’s bird lovers (there are a few).
    I’ll get back to complaining about something at the earliest available opportunity.

    This tale revived some memories of my own chicken keeping when I was thirteen and fourteen living on the backblocks of Mt. Druitt, CL. I had a neighbor who had an old moveable run he no longer wanted, so I had offered him a whole two pounds for it; he agreed. Then I went with mum and bought six chickens for five shillings each at Paddy’s Markets in the city and we brought them home squawking in a big box on the train. My chickens quickly produced eggs and then the Black Astralorp went broody. I got her some already hatched baby yellow chicks, tiny fluffy [email protected] at ten shillings for a dozen, again at Paddy’s Markets, and gently inserted the twelve of them under her. She fluffed and clucked as I slid in each one, and she had ruffled up a lot after the last one went in. She looked adorably concerned as little yellow heads kept bobbing in and out of all parts of her.

    I left her there overnight and got up the next morning to find her with her little brood of ten, two had died in the night, all following her as she clucked down on some nice piece of pecking for them, and they all raced in. The other five hens were busy creating their own pecking order, pecking each other’s bums. The llast one had a very miserable time, red raw around the rear; my first introduction to the idea of a pecking order. I tried to head them off the pecking with food treats, and overfed the poor things till they got crop bound, which doubled their misery, till they finally disengorged. The pecking order improved when I left them free range for the daytime. Then my chicks grew up and suddenly I had a couple of roosters too. Mum chopped their heads off and we had a treat for Christmas. I hated plucking and drawing them, but needs must. Ate them without qualms though.

    Then the sparrowhawks came and took half of the next flock of babies, and then the foxes came and took the next broody hen, and then the rest of that lot of babies all got coccidiosis and all but one of them died. When mum and us kids left the farm one bleak night I was fourteen and three months and more worried about my remnant of chooks than anything else, for my father had said as a parting threat he was going to let them loose for the foxes. A neighbor I anxiously phoned after a week, using my first go at a push-button telephone box, eventually went in and took them over to his place to keep and eat. He also found my father prostrate on the bed and in need of medical care. We were a long way from other neighbours in that place.

    So maybe my chooks saved his life. I like to think so anyway.

  14. Entropy

    I clicked on the link expecting to see pictures of red headed poultry affectionardos, and I was not disappointed.

    It’s a theory I have. and it works.
    Love roosters with a big cocks comb? Probably have red hair.

  15. Elizabeth (Lizzie) Beare

    Broody hens rule. They are bloody marvelous birds and wonderful mothers.

    Only next on my list to the penguin mums of the Antarctic, and there the dads also get a guernsey.
    A far cry from the crowing little rooster, those penguin dads, warming the eggs as much as the mums do.

  16. Shy Ted

    Yes, comrades, you must pay for these important stories. Long time chook parent, I am. Get great joy giving them a free range life and am rewarded with wonderful eggs. Varied diet of grain and any seeds and crawlies they can find in the garden and best of all, home grown maggots which I sprinkle in the weedy areas which they scratch to death to get every last one, no more weeds. Not so long ago I raised a dozen silkies from incubated eggs. Stupid little chooks with stupid little eggs. Fed them maggots from day 1 and they grew to be Ramboesque. One by one they began to crow, each meeting a swift death, the crowing being intolerable to neighbours but they just seemed to wait their turn for dominance before doing so. What males the world over will do for a bit of legover.

  17. Bruce of Newcastle

    Fine story Lizzie!
    I had the job of beheading and plucking, which I am sad about as they were friends.
    Meanwhile a story from today on the local news. Best seat in the house!

    New love nest nets stadium baby birds

  18. hzhousewife

    I have a nesting blackbird among my collection of cactii at the moment. Built her nest in two days last week. It will be such a privilege if she lays eggs! We have put extra water dishes amongst the veggies.

  19. NatWally

    A shame the ABC and many of it’s employees/guests/contributors do not see human males in such positive light given we fulfill many similar functions in our families and communities.

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