Day 47 - End of the Road

 

Lockdown Day 47 - I had to deliver a package to a really run down part of Randburg today. While waiting for the costumer to collect, I surveyed my surroundings that I found myself in. One side looked like a drug den with people coming and going through a locked gate. Next to that was these chickens (shown above) waiting and watching while their brothers and sisters get their heads cut off and plucked by a group of women sitting on buckets. Forget Covid-19, this is the end of the road for these chickens.

While deep in thought, a car pulled up next to me and asked if I needed help. I had to snap out of my thoughts and only then noticed a police van next to me with 2 masked police officers peering out of their window at me sitting on my Vespa sticking out like a sore thumb. 

Later as the officers drove further along, one of the drug dealers came and "pssst"me through the fence, and asked if I want anything. Sjoe I must really be in the wrong place.

Chicken Pasta

I must be coming down with something, thanks Kyle, as I have been craving some chicken soup. Well no soup at home so I quickly rustled up some chicken pasta done in creamy mustard source. Not sure if it looks good, but it sure did taste good. 

Frank’s Chicken

What the heck, Frank, is this large with wooden rooster doing at your shop? It doesn’t look anything like a Portuguese chicken as per the Nando’s logo which most South Africans are familiar with. Has the rooster come home to roost? Frank tells me that this fine specimen was in the garden of his old house which has been now sold and he has to move his stuff out, hence the rooster needed a new home.

Chicken Crossing the Zebra

Why did the chicken cross the road? No one knows why but look what happened to the zebra?

Friday and yay it is weekend with my son Matthew. It has been over a month since I last saw him as he was busy with exams.

This photo was taken at Kevin’s place, of the puppet zebra that he bought in Hong Kong many years ago. It is hanging between 2 chickens, hence the zebra crossing.