Mr B : Chicken Man

Whilst away on our "spring break" last weekend, we stayed in a caravan which had a lovely view out over some fields. In the field directly next to our caravan were two horses, some kind of rabbit / cat cross breed (we never actually managed to work out what breed of creature it really was) and a lot of chickens. I say a "lot" of chickens because I don't know what the technical term is for a group of chickens, and I am far too lazy (and uninterested) to bother googling it.

On our last morning at the caravan, whilst the rest of us were coming to terms with morning and getting ready for breakfast, Mr B decided to go out and torment the chickens. This consisted of him flapping his arms around and making chicken noises whilst running towards the chickens. He is a very strange man. We all thought he was bonkers. Clearly, the chickens did not agree. They all came running towards him, without exception and at great speed, causing much amusement for the rest of us.

It was quite an amusing moment, captured most brilliantly in the words of LB: "Mr B ... chicken man ... known to his friends as Mr Ken Tucky". And she managed that before breakfast. You have to award extra points for such a fantastic sense of humour at such an unsociable time of the day!!