A Chicken in every pot.

Word reaches me that there could be an attempt to set up Silvertons first Chicken co-op, or possibly coop, It is said that this grouping could be known as SICC. Silverton Chiken Co-Op. A proposal to call it Silverbirds was apparently discounted on the grounds that it could be mistaken for an escort agency catering for those who prefer the charms of the more mature lady. It is believed that certain persons known to frequent the Lamb Inn early doors might be in a position to shed further light on the matter.

All joking aside though, with the rapidly increasing cost of living can it be long before we hear the sounds of cockerals echoing across the village in the early morning, or the less pleasant sound of birds having their necks wrung. Will we soon be back to women and indeed men, learning the ancient art of chicken plucking as my Granny used to do in a tin bath, or perhaps the plucking of pheasants for she was indeed also a noted Pheasant plucker. Perhaps eggs will become the new currency of the village with the large size eggs having to have an escort by securicor.

Maybe, we shall also see pigs being kept in the backyard as was the practice of my great granny in Parsonage lane in the nineteeth century. Times being hard many families fattened up a porker for consumption after christmas when the weather got hard. Back to the land could well become a popular cry as times get harder.