Cockatiels, they all had names, but the favouritest of them all was Lucky. Liked to get her belly rubbed, she did. Lucky, on account of we stopped the father from biting her to death when she was a wee chick. She survived, but was a pinion down, so flight was non-existant, except maybe for a spiral to the ground if she was knocked off the perch. Owlie was another, but..must have been over a dozen names all told over the years. They were sold off, given away, but the surviving two ended up in the belly of a carpet snake.

Two chookens, Marilyn and Rosie, both Isa Browns, so they laid like crazy..when they were in the mood, that is. Ended up in Inala, where we have visiting rights..well, family connection there is.

Ezmay the goose..we finally figured out it was a girl, but it did take a shine to our Marilyn it did. Inseparable they were, Ezmay was over protective, so much so that we had to have two food bowls, and Rosie had to dash from one to the other to get a beakful. We had a male goose Finnegin that finally went to a friend, where it enjoyed the time it had left..fell foul of a brown snake, they say. Ezmay got too obstreperous, it wanted to be queen of the whole place, so guess who it targeted? Thaz right, my honeybun. If it tackled the ex-farmer, it got just deserts rather smartly, but my honeybun was reared differently, and finally Ezmay had to go. To a farm supply place down the track a wee ways.

That was a performance! Easy to catch, stuck in a bag with its head out and tied off..Honk Honk Honk.. half way there, we had the picture/image/vision of a goose getting its head cut off..well, what a rukkus there was then! Blue murder, and earsplitting. It got let out into the company of other geese, BTW.