Column by Terry Berkson Bunnies Don’t Crow One Easter, when I was about nine years old, I bought six peeping chicks from the pet shop around the corner and secreted them under a 100-watt bulb in a cardboard box in the cellar. “They’ll bring rats!” my aunt Edna shouted when she discovered them on a trip to the washing machine. Aunt Edna did most of the housekeeping and was always against bringing in any pets. I begged her to let…
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LETTER from TERRY BERKSON The Jumping Chicken Of Otsego County Got a call the other day from my friend Charlie in Brooklyn. He said that he was thinking of getting a couple of chickens to keep in his apartment so that he could get really fresh eggs. I got on my high horse and asked, “What do you know about raising chickens?” “I’m good with birds,” Charlie countered. “Remember how I taught my parrot to stand on his head for…
LETTER from TERRY BERKSON Talk About Coop d’Etats! Early this spring, my reigning rooster, Geezbrook, who fathered almost all of this year’s egg-laying rookies, was challenged and defeated by one of his sons. When I arrived on the scene, the old man was cowering in a corner with his back facing his attacker. I scooted them out into the yard and they went at it again, Geezbrook seeming to have new heart against his son, who got down like an…
