Having paid attention to St. David and St. Patrick on
earlier posts, next up (and a little belatedly) is St. George, the Patron Saint
of England as well as a few other places such as Germany and Georgia (as in
former Soviet Union rather than the Bulldogs) and of soldiers, farmers, and
sufferers of leprosy, plague and syphilis.
I have just realized I belong to three of these groups and before you
think the worst, they are born in England, former soldier and current
farmer. St. George is also the patron saint of archers
which underscores these famous lines from Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1:
'I see you stand like greyhounds
in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry God for Harry, England and St George!'
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry God for Harry, England and St George!'
One cannot mention Henry V without thinking of the Battle of
Agincourt in 1415 where 6,000 English defeated 30,000 French (yes, thirty
thousand) with the English longbows playing a key role in the battle. Anyway, I digress; enough of the good old
days.
An early source suggests St. George was a Roman soldier of
noble birth put to death under the Emperor Diocietian at Nicomedia on April 23,
303 for protesting the persecution of Christians. George was adopted as patron saint of
soldiers after he appeared to the Crusader army at the Battle of Antioch in
1098. The banner of St. George, the red
martyr’s cross against a white background, became the uniform of the English
under Richard I and later became the flag of England. George became the Patron Saint of England by
the end of the fourteenth century.
One of the myths surrounding St. George is the slaying of
the dragon. There are no dragons at
Hereward Farm but there is a dog (or dogs) that killed 11 chickens this week
out in the orchard. Roosters Harold and
Edward met their end and it looked like Harold had put up a respectable fight
(like his namesake). The other rooster
in the orchard ended up jumping a fence into the chick coop and survived
(perhaps a French name for this rooster is in order?). Five bodies were found strewn across the
orchard with enough feathers to stuff a duvet.
The remaining chickens were either taken or met their grisly end in the
woods. This is the second time a dog has
got to the chickens. As a dog owner
myself, I am loath to hurt one but the next dog I see on the property will be
through the cross-hairs of my scope…
Body Count: Five bodies found. Here are Harold, an ISA hen, two Barred Rock hens and a young Barred Rock rooster. There's about 50 lb of chicken here and nearly a hernia taking them out to the trash.