Monday, 5 February 2018

Little village stories English village stories escaped chicken
My two-year-old watches our neighbour’s escaped chicken from the lounge and hums the song 
“Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken
Lay a little egg for me!
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken
I want one for my tea.
I haven’t had an egg since Easter,
And now it’s half past three,
So, chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken,
Lay a little egg for me!"

Nothing beats looking out the window on a busy morning and being met with different scenes from a little village life. Particularly charming is an English village life. My favourite scene is of the vicar running after the bin lorry, as he usually forgets to get his bin out and he misses the collection.

Here is a chicken story and what makes it special to me is it’s the kind of story that’s very common where I grew up, but not the kind I thought I’d experience in England. Today at noon, R our postman knocked on the door to tell me that one of our neighbour’s chickens is just outside their gate. “Could you just let it back in?” I asked, I didn’t know what else to do as their chickens haven’t escaped before. At 4pm on the way back from chicken, err, school run, three Year 6 pupils stopped me and the kids to report that they saw a chicken just walking around outside our house. We didn’t see the chicken but as we were about to get inside the house, I heard it squawking amongst the bushes. I texted our neighbour to say one of their chickens is in our garden. I thought it was safe there for the time being as it seemed it was trying to make a nest. The next time I checked it was farther, in our other neighbour’s garden. I didn’t have our neighbour’s wife’s number but I knew she’d be home soon. I got out of the house when I saw her car but before I could knock on their door, I saw her coming from the road around the back, the chicken in her arms. All’s well that ends well. Just two weeks ago, the same neighbours’ dog (a huge Alsatian) managed to unlock their front door and escaped, and just kept crossing the road, causing a traffic jam. Fortunately, he didn’t go to the main road or that would not have ended well.

Our house is very close to a junction but the chicken didn’t cross the road as it must have sensed that those aren’t the kinds of stories we like around here.

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