There are many stories I could tell about my Uncle Bill. I was reminded of one yesterday when I visited a friend who has backyard chooks (chickens).
We had chooks at our house also and Dad and Uncle Bill often gave some to each other. I had a pet bantam I named Wobbles because it had a deformed foot. Now one night Uncle Bill came to pick up some bantam hens from Dad. It’s easiest to catch them at night when they are roosting. You can probably guess what happened. Wobbles was picked up with the other bantams and taken to Uncle Bill’s. I was heartbroken the next day when I went to feed the chooks and Wobbles wasn’t there. I don’t recall how old I was at the time maybe about seven or eight. All was made right again though when Uncle Bill returned Wobbles shortly thereafter. So many fond memories of my uncle, William Henry Willison.