Thursday, August 07, 2008

Clint Has No Cock

Poor Clint. Foxy made off with his three remaining roosters, each one of them reared from an egg. That's Son of Corky, the Lakenvelder and the Barnvelder all gone.

Meanwhile down in Seannachoill the Kerry Sister and Brandon are being tortured by the incessant crowing of their neighbour's eight roosters. Kerry Sister tells him, "Paudeen, you're the talk of the parish carrying feed to eight useless roosters."

"Am I? " says he, delighted at the idea.

We may get a few good County Antrim foxes exported to the Dingle Peninsula to take care of the problem. I'd be glad to part a few of them.

Now what to do about the flock of sheep that spend a lot of time in the Kerry Sister's garden munching her vegetables and flowers? I've suggested they invest in a large freezer for starters.

4 comments:

Anna in the USA said...

Wouldn't you think a guy with eight could spare a little cock for the sake of the hens? Greedy bastard.

Nelly said...

The only thing is, Anna, the fellow with 8 is 300 plus miles away from Clint's poor frustrated girleens. By Irish standards (and roads) that's a very long way to transport a rooster.

Anna in the USA said...

Right, Nelly. I wouldn't think of driving 300 miles for a cock. Luckily, my spouse was willing to drive that far for a pussy. ;-)

Nelly said...

As we say in Ireland, Anna, ye're a wild woman!