Thursday, January 24, 2008

2008 update




I bought

these 3

late 2007.

They are

called
"COCHINS"

3 Comments:

Blogger Katie McKenna said...

omgosh these are so cute and adorable! I love the feathers on their legs!

5:21 PM  
Blogger Johnny said...

Hey Nina, would you mind sending me an e-mail, couldnt find your e-mail address anywhere, found a picture I thought you might like.

3:11 PM  
Blogger zoya gautam said...

dear nn,
..can't afford to chicken out..do believe
'cochins' would gleefully provide a warm backup chorus to that
sentiment...the point is..once upon a time when i used to be a kid,
i owned a black as the night dog, we all fondly called 'blackey'[sounds
like a story;it is;only-it is true]..and those
days my mom also reared or maintained a small little poultry at home.and that meant we would also have-eggs and--chickens!and therefore in the winter months the chicks
would need to be incubated or sunbathed in the backyard at daytime,by gathering them
together underneath canopies
of small bamboo baskets
....
...enter 'blackey'
-who was then a six to eight month old puppy or young dog[a cross breed
german shepherd].without
being trained in any manner,formal or informal, whatsoever he [blackey] had somehow assumed the role of a protector watchdog for those chickens, and being a passionate bodyguard
for the chicks, would snarl back at and drive away
whoever or whatsoever approached the bamboo incubaters,[save and except my mom]!
..as if this was
not enough, one day blackey ventured upon some frolicking chickens
in the neighbourhood,that did not belong to us,but believing them them to be stray chickens from our lot he
started to grasp them in his mouth,like balls,and dropping and
delivering them to our stock and thus adding on.....even as a kid i realized that technically
this was theft but it enthralled me as it recreated images of cowboys of the wild west stealing cattle!more so so because blackey had in no way been trained to be a
chicken lifter!
..but alas,my thrill over the 'achievements' of my dear dog was simply shortlived, as my
mom knew enough arithmetics to discover
the abrupt growth in chicken numbers;and then inevitably, as she handed back the chickens to our relieved neighbour,he duly admitted being happier about the mystery of the diappearing chicken being resolved rather than their actual recovery.those days we had no camcorders to record such stories..of blackey.. the untrained
selfstyled bodyguard, of hapless helpless chicken!

..luv..c/u. z.g.

2:38 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home