Local eateries (and drinkeries) seem to teem with characters. And, unlike city establishments there seems to be a somewhat more relaxed feeling about the presence of animals. As a lifetime bunny hugger and dog lover that sits quite comfortably with me – there’s something homely about a hotel or restaurant dog choosing you to give those soppy ‘just a taste please’ looks to. And it usually works – despite the owner’s admonishment to Rex or Ruby to ‘leave the guests alone’. THAT never works, and I’m sure they know it. I must admit that this little character was a first for me – for never before have I had that experience with a rooster.
Strutting around in the bar at an inn in New Hanover I guess the attraction here would probably be the peanut bowls. Whatever it is he certainly looked as though he gets his fair share. And with looks like that it was clear that the owner never sees him as the main ingredient for the next dish of coq au vin.
A typical English game bird, the iridescent colours of his plumage show well against the rustic oxide rubbing of the bare concrete floors. And if that’s not a beady eye, I don’t know what the expression means!.
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