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