“Bruuuuck, bruuuuuck, cluck, cluck.”
Which roughly translates from the Chickenese as: "Well hello there and and how are you, I hope you had a marvellous Easter." How was it? Was it filled with family and friends and did most of the things you ate have a gooey chocolate centre? I hope so.
Of course Easter is traditionally the time when chickens flap to the top of the animal charts. There is stiff competition from the ever eager Easter Bunny, but the proliferation of the Easter Egg surely means the hens just clinch it in the seasonal ‘pecking order.’
As a Londoner, it comes as a bit of a surprise to most people that I used to keep chickens. Not least my boss, who, when looking ahead to a chicken book we’re selling here on QVC casually asked me what he thought was a pointless question and was surprised to learn that actually, yes, I have got a history of hen-rearing antics.