Spike

One of our more tasteful rest areas has a new resident.
He doing quite well for himself too.

He is obviously experienced at dealing with the poultry paparazzi, and ducked as the camera clicked.

We think he has come from another rest area and was taken for a ride. Either that or he has walked 50 kilometres.

Anyway, in the spirit of personal potholes, what could we call him but Spike! (one of my most prolific crowers commenters)

When I left he was dining on venison sausage and cold chips, and looking rather smug...