Horrid Henry

Monday, 24 November 2014

This is the story of Henry, our rooster. Henry was formerly known as Queenie and was raised and loved by a little boy (friends of my nephew).

One day Henry started crowing and the little boy's family needed to find a new home for him.

Enter me. A dumb move as it turns out.

Once Henry had some hens to look after he started taking that role seriously. Very seriously.

Henry now chases and usually attacks almost everyone he comes across. This was funny when it was just Mr Homespun running along the driveway in his enormous gumboots with Henry following. Then it became slightly alarming when Henry tried the same thing with Mr Homespun's dad. Now I have torn a calf muscle trying to keep out of Henry's way, and spent several days on crutches and several weeks at the physio, I am not finding it even remotely funny. In fact, I have threatened Henry several times with the idea of serving him up for Sunday dinner. I usually do this whilst channelling Helena Bonham-Carter performing the role of the Queen of Hearts... ' OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!!...'

If anyone has any ideas on what to do with an aggressive rooster (besides rid him of his head, a move recommended by many friends and acquaintances), please let me know.