Some really interesting comments here, thankyou so much for taking the time to reply...
I had a terrible night last night, I was up until 4 am thinking about it all, also my next door neighbour 'John' laughing at me when I came out of the chicken coop on my hands and knee's with my leather gardening suit around my ankles.
So at 8am this morning I went around to John's and said I would be out until mid afternoon and would he mind checking up on the chickens at midday and making sure they had food and water, I said if their was any eggs he could help himself. John has never kept chickens so he seemed quite excited.
I then went and sat up behind the garage with a flask of coffee and my telescope, I had a smirk on my face all the time imagining Puffball going all Kung Fu on him!
At 12:20 John walks up the path and I nearly blew my cover by shouting out, 'you're 20 minutes late' he was whistling that tune which I think is from Cindrella and the 7 dwarfs film, I've not seen the film but it goes something like this, 'I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go' and then John opened the coop gate and bowls straight in whilst still whistling.
Puffball didn't do a thing, he just kept walking around the perimeter of the fence as if nothing was wrong. I sat there with smoke coming out of my ears!
After calming myself down I thought deeply about it. Maybe it's something to do with smell. John must wear a certain deodorant that Puffball likes?
I popped into John's to thank him about 3pm, John was cooking himself something so I stood behind him chatting whilst trying to smell the scent coming from John. That's not an easy one to do without looking suspicious and I was still none the wiser, so I asked
him if I could use his toilet and in there was a roll on deodorant called Alyssa Ashley. I've never heard of it but I'll pick up a bottle tomorrow.
I then thought about making Puffball some tasty food, as suggested by you kind folk. I dug up some worms from the vegetable patch, picked some sweetcorn and used a pancake mix to bind it all together, popped it in the oven for 30 minutes and was
extremely proud of these small cakes that came out.
My wife wasn't though, she came home at 5:30pm and hit the roof, apparently I had used her best baking tins. She literally screamed at me if I didn't stop obsessing over that stupid chicken she was going to leave me.
I'll probably miss her as well when's she's gone, but their is no way a cockerel is forcing its way into my life and tearing it all to bits. I'm sure he was laughing at me when I sulked over there earlier with the cakes.
When I pick up the deodorant tomorrow I will take the cakes in and see what happens.
I think this might just work!
) Plus, the pancake mix would drown out the flavor.
