Chickens and Rabbits

First off, check this out!! Well done I say. It reminds of the time I stalked a Lynx across the Jos Plateau. It was killing my neighbor's chickens and rabbits. What would you have done in that situation? Gosh! Anyway, it also reminds me of a Sunday lunch that I shared with a friend of mine a few weeks back. Trust me, this story is far better than the Lynx.

A few weeks ago I ran into an old friend of mine, Rupert. We were close for awhile way back when and so he invited me over for a Sunday afternoon lunch. Rupert lives on something of a farm and we sat on his back deck overlooking his plethora of animals. When I knew Rupert he was single. Since then he has fathered what must be about 12 kids. Needless to say that, while we ate, there was an adult table and a kid's table. Out of all the children I was most amused by Rupert 2. The "2" is correct. Rupert is a firm patriot and doesn't make use of any item bearing a foreign designation: No Roman Numerals, no Chinese Fire Drills, and certainly NO French Fries (I didn't have the heart to tell him that "2" was an Arabic Numeral). Young Rupert 2 was about three years old, and had a propensity to find trouble, if trouble was anywhere to be found. Prior to lunch he had managed to climb to the top beam of the swing set, and then face down a charging turkey (a charge that Rupert 2 had provoked). With a personality of this sort it should have come as no shock when Rupert 2 quickly became bored with lunch and tore off into the yard for some more "fun." I was not alone in noticing this act, and it wasn't long before the family collie sauntered over to the kid's table, pulled Rupert 2's mostly full plate onto the floor, and began to chow down. Apparently Rupert 2 had not become bored with lunch, but simply liked to break up his meals with other activities, for variety and such. Anyway, I had never before in my life seen a three year old boy fight a collie for food, but it goes down in my book as one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Considering the fact that I was the closest adult to the melee and did nothing to intervene other than stare in amazement, it is understandable that Rupert 2's mother was not all that happy with me. When that little tyke sprinted in from that yard and tore into that dog I was enthralled.

In conclusion, well done to Rupert 2 and to our African friend. I do feel sorry for that collie though. I don't think he'll be interested in table scraps anytime soon.