Strangled a cock at 5.26 a.m. And no – that’s not a euphemism…

Managed to strangle the little feathered git, having set a trap for it with a cardboard box, a pickled egg and a stick – which some twonk had chucked in me bin with a bit of doggy-doo on the end of it….nice…

Flippin’ farm animals…

The bin seems to be shaking a bit now, so with a bit of luck we should be leaving soon…

Haven’t managed one yet. All the excitement with the dead cock an’ all, seems to have tightened me right up…

Onwards and upwards

Stan T