March birdsong is growing in volume and variety on the allotment. As I finished cutting back and manuring the autumn raspberries I had a melodious accompaniment from robins, blackbirds and bluetits. And two roosters.
The rival roosters domiciled somewhere to the south of our plot were sounding each other out. It was a classic cock-a-doodle-doo contest. I surmise this, though I have no idea where they are cooped up. I couldn't identify their perch. One predator in particular however, would be delighted to know. As I walked back from a quick site inspection of the daffodils a fox slunk through the fence to my right.
The sound of our folk history is still rings in our ears. As I end I issue another little challenge. See how many crafty fox and roistering rooster tales you can recollect. From Chaucer to Chicken-Licken. Then locate the other one. In that story the rooster crows three times.
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