Fine Artists and Their Pets: Part 1

Winston Churchill: Attitude in one little thing that makes a big difference.

“Oh no, Faantjie. Don’t crow inside of the house!” The pet rooster just turned 45 degrees, crowed until the circle was completed, unconcerned about the command, jumped off the poof and strolled into the garden.

Faantjie was an eye-catching bantam. white bird with black lacing on all the feathers. The Belgium Sebright (in this case silver) is the only chicken named after an individual, Sir John Sebright.

Faantjie quickly learned that coffee and rusks would be served at five in the afternoon. This family get-together was very important to him. No need to look for him. He was set in motion as if a school bell was ringing, wings open, one side at an angle as he turned the corner of the house. Moaning and groaning, just to make sure that he wasn’t forgotten.

The African Grey, “Sagrys” and the Indian Ring Neck, “Patra”, made sure that Faantjie was part of the great fuss. Sagrys would bite off big pieces of rusks and let it fall on the ground where Faantjie picked it up. By this time Patra was not interested in this commotion anymore, asked for a grape and excused herself to enjoy her own company.

One of Faantjie’s amusements was to dig a hole in “his” flowerbed. This hole was so deep that sometimes, one could only make out two chicken legs when he lay on his back. If he were a cat he would definitely have purred like one. Maybe he did?

Speaking of cats: in the meantime Faantjie learned to make a huge noise when he a cat was nearby, Sagrys would help by shouting “voetsek kats!” and Patra would scream at the top of her voice. Because of the neighbourhood’s stray cats we could not live or sleep with open windows or doors. Not even explaining to the neighbours that we love our birds as much as they love their cats, couldn’t prevent Faantjie from paying the ultimate price!

Next time read on my blog: FINE ARTISTS AND THEIR PETS: PART 2