“Well, aw darsay yo’ know heaw a hen carries on as soon as it’s laid a egg.  It starts “chuckin’” away like a showman’s racket, an’ after tekkin’ a good Ink at th’ egg to see whether it’s a big ’un or a little ‘un, gooas eawt an’ tells all t’other hens abeawt it.

“Neaw, this black Minorca, as aw sed, were a owdish bird, an’ maybe knew mooar than aw thowt.  Happen it hed laid on a nest wi’ a fause bottom afooar, an’ were up to th’ trick, but whether or not, aw never see a hen luk mooar disgusted i’ mi life when it lukked i’ th’ nest an’ see as it hed hed all that trouble fer nowt.

“It woked reawnd th’ nest as if it couldn’t believe its own eyes.

“But it dudn’t do as aw expected.  Aw expected as it ’ud sit deawn ageean an’ lay another.

“But it just gi’e one wonderin’ sooart o’ chuck, an then, after a long stare reawnd th’ hen-coyt, it woked eawt, as mad a hen as aw’ve ever sin.  Aw fun’ eawt after, what th’ long stare meant.  It were tekkin’ farewell!  For if yo’ll believe me that hen never laid another egg i’ ony o’ my nests.

“Varra like it laid away in a spot wheear it could hev summat to luk at when it hed done wark for th’ day.

“Sooa aw lost mi best layer through mi actin’, an’ aw’ve never invented owt sen.”

CHAPTER VI

One learns to be modest by living on a poultry farm, for there are constant expositions of the most deplorable vanity among the cocks.  We have a couple of pea-fowl who certainly are an addition to the landscape, as they step mincingly along the square of turf we dignify by the name of lawn.  The head of the house has a most languid and self-conscious strut, and his microscopic mind is fixed entirely on his splendid trailing tail.  If I could only master his language sufficiently to tell him how hideously ugly the back view of this gorgeous fan is, when he spreads it for the edification of the observer in front of him, he would of course retort that there is a “congregation side” to everything, but I should at least force him into a defence of his tail and a confession of its limitations.  This would be new and unpleasant, I fancy; and if it produced no perceptible effect upon his super-arrogant demeanour, I might remind him that he is likely to be used, eventually, for a feather duster, unless, indeed, the Heavens are superstitious and prefer to throw his tail away, rather than bring ill luck and the evil eye into the house.

The longer I study the cock, whether Black Spanish, White Leghorn, Dorking, or the common barnyard fowl, the more intimately I am acquainted with him, the less I am impressed with his character.  He has more pride of bearing, and less to be proud of, than any bird I know.  He is indolent, though he struts pompously over the grass as if the day were all too short for his onerous duties.  He calls the hens about him when I throw corn from the basket, but many