Tuesday, 25 September 2012

The Chook!

When living at New Norkfolk I had a swing which consisted of two ropes hanging from a tree and a wooden seat, in the backyard.  One day my father had to chop one our chooks heads off so mum could cook one for a meal, not the head but the fowl.  The axe was sharpened the chopping block was checked and I was swinging on my swing being a small child.  A few neighbours came to visit and watch the big event.
The head of the chook was axed and that was that, until this dead chook started to fly, I took off and it followed me with my father telling me not to be frightened as it was normal for this type of thing to happen.  Eventually after a few minutes all was calm thank goodness.


The above photo was taken by someone else - I have borrowed it, and of course it's a rooster.

8 comments:

  1. To be chased by a headless chicken, I remembered that in my childhood living in the village !

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  2. Oh M I remember watching that as a child also I still remember how scary that was.
    You know I had a hard time figuring out what a Chook was while reading it in other blogs, I finally did get it:) I must say it sounds better than chicken:)
    Take care my friend and enjoy those memories.xxoo G

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  3. Only in the world of birds, males are so much more beautiful than females. Unfortunately in the human world it is exactly the opposite.

    Greetings,
    Filip

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    1. Yes, indeed many birds are better than female as in looks.

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  4. My mum has told me stories about how the chooks would run around or fly a bit after being beheaded she thought it was cool but she is a county girl.......also she always says she chook not chicken...........lol

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    1. Me being a city girl we were permitted to have chooks when I was little in our backyard. |I think I got the word chook of my dear departed mother in law.

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