My grandmother spent a lot of
time shoooing the poultry from
sitting on the half door of her
kitchen which looked directly
out to the haggard where open air
toilets attracted the carnivore peckers.

My grandfather only ever ate white
shelled eggs, he was adamant about that.

The chickens used to perch on the door,
face outwards, using the altitude as
long drops for their runny poo’s that
Jackson *******'d the stone floor of
the thatched farmhouse with white
washed walls, open turf fire and no
toilet.