Ron E Buckpitt – Randy Rooster

I was a small boy, youngest of 7 children growing up in a smallish NSW Country town.

• A tin of wheat every afternoon
• A tin of leftover” Vegies”, fruit and peels every morning

Afternoons were usually ok, just throw the wheat one way and for the gate the other way.

Mornings were a nightmare…
There were always eggs to collect and veggies and peels often scant.
One morning veggies were so scarce. The big black rooster peeled me, like what he pecked and quickly became addicted.
Dad did chop his neck off one Easter, and we did cook him and eat him.
Facts turned to fiction there..