A HARDY PULLET
One often hears of the extraordinary power. to survive that is possessed by certain animals, and recent instances have been those of cats that somehow or other found their way into packing cases and were carried aboard ship to undergo a journey of thousands of miles. Birds are less hardy. Trapped in an attic or locked room, not many are capable of surviv- ing for more than a few days, panic and the lack of food bringing about their death in a short time. One account of the survival of a pullet came to my notice not long ago when I was reading a country magazine published fifty years ago. It ran, 'On Monday, February 19th, while threshing a mow of barley the men came across a black pullet. It was alive but in a very emaciated condition, weighing but a few ounces. It had cleared a small space around it and had eaten the barley and straw. The curious part is that the bird had been in the mow from the middle of August last and had so existed without water and only a limited amount of food. With care the fowl is now alive and well.' This almost incredible, thing happened at Sellack, Ross-on-Wye
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