Your own Chicken Supremo was summoned to Bracken Cottage yesterday by a distraught and worried Novice Chicken Afficionado (Sarah). Poppy puppy in a show of great exuberance had inadvertantly gripped the much loved Frizzlecock by the tail tufts and removed them with one good tug. Poppy puppy was in some disgrace and Sarah was sure, that now her beloved Frizzlecock looked more oven ready than ever ready, he would have to be dispatched to that great coop in the sky (or at least turned into cock au vin for the c.s. and family). I was, however, able to reassure her that, although he might die of hyperthermia (you try going backless in November) he was actually physically not injured. I do have to add he looks rather more Frazzlecrock than Frizzlecock at present. Donations of chook jackets (cashmere preferred but fleece acceptable) to Bracken Cottage a.s.a.p. please.