Oh Brian! What did you do? ….”Got Told Off, I Did!”

The latest episode from the talking bird from Turkey ~ Brian guest writer from Uncle Spikes Adventures 

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Hey Aunty Gill – yep, I’m still here!
BUT…
I’m “on notice”, as Farmer Spike says, and may help add to the bags of frozen soup if I don’t change my ways – oops! You see, this past month or so I’ve been having some teenage issues, and I’ve done some dumb stuff Aunty Gill .
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Every day, Farmer Spike lets us out from under the steps, a.k.a. ‘home’, and throws us a hand full of barley each to peck at. To be honest, Farmer Spike is a nice guy, as even though we roam free each day, and this food is not a necessity, we’ve come to expect such offerings every morning and again at dusk.
When Farmer Spike’s mom is here, or Great Aunt Spike as we call her, she usually feeds us biscuits around 4 o’clock in the afternoon too. This is ace, and we learnt to scoff right out of her hand too  She’s an octogenarian apparently; although I have absolutely no idea what that is, coz she only has two arms n legs, not eight!
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Anyway, talking of Great Aunt Spike and her arms n legs; well, that’s part of my problem. In my excitement to scoff said biccies each day, I started to follow her. Then one day I wanted the biccies before she was ready, and then sort of chased her… Now’ I’m a placid sort of chap really, but biccies are just sooooo yum, that I sort of lose myself. Then one day I went too far, and side-kicked Great Aunt Spike with my spurs (rear facing fighting talons), tearing a small gash in her leg, and receiving a few cuss words and a wave with her stick in doing so. Great Aunt Spike told me off big time, but being a bolshie teenager, I didn’t listen much.
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No biccies for a few days.
A week later, and Great Aunt Spike went back home, after another seven week ‘tour of duty’ here on Spike’s Farm. Now, Farmer Spike doesn’t do ‘biccies’ for us, and so we were feeling a little put out, so guess what this little dumb-butt did; I side-swiped Farmer Spike too in my frustration about the biccies dilemma.
Oops, my bad! He is quicker than I thought for an old’un, and I received a steel-toed boot up my feathered jacksy for my sins. Ouch that hurt [grrrrr]; but Farmer Spike wasn’t done, oh no. He chased after me, shouting all sorts of stuff I wasn’t sure of (but sounded naughty I think).
Anyway Aunty Gill, I’m still here, but Farmer Spike says if I do that one more time, then I’ll be helping him make some soup. Now, I’m not quite sure what that entails, but he seemed to imply I wouldn’t like it.
Well, best off… will write towards the year end. Love n stuff Aunty Gill, from yer Rooster Nephew, Brian xx

Dear Brian
Behave yourself!
Take my advice…
Love Aunty Gill xxx

The life of Brian at Uncle Spike’s Farm….

The Talking Bird from Turkey is: ‘Gettin’ the hang of it!…..’

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Chapter 8

Wotcha Aunty Gill  – guess what? I’m still here!!

Mrs Fox hasn’t requested my services, so I’ve had a whole month in my job of Top Rooster. And I’ll tell you what, it’s a pretty Top Job too. Because of Mrs Fox and her constant demands to ‘borrow’ one of us each day, Farmer Spike put most of the younger gals (my sisters) back into the Girlie Pen, which is next door to Soup Row (where my brothers are). They are safe there he said, but I do kinda miss ‘em to err, ‘play with’. I wander past their pen every day and blow kisses

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I do however, get to live and play with the remaining senior ladies… that’s Mary and Missy. They got used to me now, and stopped beatin’ up on me. That was weird; ya know, me supposed to be ‘The Boss’ and all that! But now we are sort of ‘equals’, and we all stay together as a gang during the day, and sleep under the kitchen stairs at night.

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Ah yes, BIG news to report…. I don’t fall off so much now; nearly got the hang of this bit – and it’s rather fun too. I spend most of the day flappin’ my right wing to the floor, lowering my head, and doing a sort of ‘jig’… then I chase one or both my mature female companions to see if they’ll let me do my balancing bit J I used to keep falling off, which was all a bit embarrassing, but no more, haha!

I wanted a picky of me ‘in action’ – Farmer Spike said “No Brian, inappropriate; especially for your Aunty Gill!”. Oh well.

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Great Aunt Spike was here for a couple of months, and she used to feed me every day. I’m not scared of hoomans anyway as Farmer Spike looked after us as baby chicks, so we know he’s a good’un, so we reckoned his mom would be too. She used to feed me biscuits every afternoon at 5 o’clock. I got used to that, so Farmer Spike carried on that too – RESULT.

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Best wishes from Rooster Nephew, Brian xx
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Dear Brian
Thank you so much for letting us know how you and your friends are getting on. It is nice to know you are getting  your biscuits from kind Uncle Spike. You should try his  carmelised oranges recipe sooooo delicious. By the way~ in the top picture of you~ is that  a new comb one of the Girlies threw to you when you walked by?  Hey ho! Things are looking good Brian.
See you again next time
and take care
from Aunty Gill xx