We have too many roosters up the hill. It ends badly for the hens, so we’ve been thinning the flock. Dimdim got rejected by the others before we got to him — came down on his own, found Samsam, and stayed.
He’s been here a few weeks now. Sleeps up in the breadfruit tree — he’s a rooster, roosters sleep in trees — comes down in the daytime, follows Samsam at a respectful distance. She tolerates him.
So he has a name. Dimdim. Dim. Dimanche — he turned up on a Sunday.
Samsam came to us on a Saturday, seven years ago, from the SPA. That’s where her name comes from too. Anaïs wasn’t sure about her at first. Now she follows Anaïs around the garden and sleeps under her chair.
Dimdim arrived the same way. Different day, same story.
He’s staying.
