As previous visitors to Le Couvent know, we have wonderful hens. They burble away gently and lay us and our guests delicious eggs. We like to think of them like this:

However, there's a new kid on the block who belongs to our sideways neighbour. A cockerel. Not on our block exactly and we can't hear him that well. But for our good pal and upper neighbour Yvonne he's something of a nightmare. At 5 in the morning he's rather more like this:

If you only want to eat the eggs what use is a cockerel? Don't give me all that "they're really handsome" rubbish. They're just a pain in the ear, bullies in the hen yard, and should be kept well away from the centre of villages.  Or cooked. With lemon and garlic.

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