One day the owners of Twinkle could not find her, they searched and searched, finally they telephoned me. Of course I drove over and went into their big garden, here I called her name and to our surprise she came out of the undergrowth instead of her usual bed in the large shed. Surprisingly she was followed by a baby chick. This little chick was coloured white, not black with brown neck feathers like its mother. This was such a mystery, who could be the father of this sweet little chick? Soon the mystery was solved. Flying into the garden was a white cockerel, it turned out to be Cherry, flying from the farm which was near by. This was such a surprise, a rather nice surprise, we named the baby chick Sweety because she really was so sweet and very friendly, Her parents Twinkle and Cherry were so fond of her, it was lovely the way they stroked her gently with their beaks and made sure she was eating properly and having enough sleep, which meant a day sleep snuggled between her parents in the afternoon and going to bed early. When she was six months old she could use the perch with her mother in the shed instead of sleeping on a nest of hay.
Sweety was quite mischievious