Talk about fate…

On my trip to the local pet shop I bumped into Sarah. She was after chinchilla feed and I after anti-pecking spray. We ended up exchanging contact details over a surplus of cockerels in her flock.  I was in desperate need for one!

We saw Sylvester the very next day. A seriously handsome chap with a red massive comb flopped to the side, puffed chest, huge grey tail wiggling in the wind… no brainer, we had to have him!

Back at home things got a bit bumpy.  It took Sylvester a split second to figure out who the trouble makers were…they actually thought they stood a chance to make him submissive…

He picked the fight. For a quarter of a minute there was a mass of feathers whirling on the ground and then he emerged from the dust. Job done!

5 minutes later the girls were peacefully grazing, all six of them friends forever. Sylvester parades around proudly guarding his new home. Drama over…who would have thought it would be that swift…

Thank you Sarah of Ware. We owe you!