The tale (tail) of Janners and Argyle.

Yesterday’s blog slipped off my schedule almost as my fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Lola had been let into the yard, the sun was out, and my neighbour  was clambering up a ladder in the sunshine. In that wrinkle in time the blog was lost.

He asked me to unlock our back gate as one of his chickens was in my yard.  At that moment, out of sight, but not sound, Lola and the chicken met. Lola had the chicken under a citizens arrest with a very firm grip on its feathered armpit.  There was no catching them , the chicken broke free , scuttled into the house and I decided to leave them to their own devices whilst letting our neighbour in the back gate. Another human gave me a better chance of conflict resolution.

There was no sight or sound of them. 

We searched rooms. Lola appeared calmly on the stairs but no chicken.

Just one chicken bottom feather laying on the stairs.

I thought I could hear a fluttery feather settling sound coming from the kitchen. Janner the chicken had escaped the jaws of Lola and returned downstairs and was roosting inside a dark bag that had been left on the floor.

Both chicken and dog had a winning look in their different locations. The chicken, victorious, by settling in enemy territory. Lola,perhaps, because she had driven the chicken downstairs and plucked a feather out of  Janners* enormous bottom.

Chicken and neighbour went home. Lola went into overdrive. Every moment of the chickens journey through our house  relived by sniffing and tracking every glorious moment of her hunting frenzy.

*I have no idea where a Janners apostrophe goes.

Two chickens, one named Argyle to honour the local football team. The other called Janner or Janners the collective name of Plymouth Argyle supporters. Or indeed Plymothians in general.

And that my friends is how the day started and I was given my earworm for the day.

The Janner Song https://share.google/b0uP1S8Mh6n4ZgY2S

Which leads nicely into the intended blog of the day.

To be continued…