Watch out YouTube, you've got competition

I’VE been doing animal impressions for six decades. I’ve appeared on 58 TV shows and numerous radio programmes. But I’d never done anything like this before.
There’s always a first time for everything and, at the age of 73, I was going to make my internet debut - on video.

Andrew Forgrave, the Daily Post’s Rural Affairs Editor, had invited me into the paper’s Llandudno Junction head offices to do the recording. The resulting videos were to be posted on the Daily Post’s website
I began by doing a mother hen calling her baby chickens for food. My lips seem to stretch like elastic from chin to ear. “DAK...DAK...DAK...” she says, and the day-old chicks can understand every word she utters. 
My mother explained their language to me when I was 10 years-old. The chicks thought I was their mother and they would run to me for food.
It was strange performing without an audience but I carried on regardless. Next up was a couple of fighting cats.
Have you heard them on a hot tin roof near you? “WOWOO...WOWOO...WOWOO...” they go, followed by high-pitched screeching. To do this sound I have to shape my mouth like a doughnut.
Then what about a flock of sheep? Not just one but a whole group of them, which calls for some weird vocal contortions. Some are high-pitched, some are medium and others low. 
Following behind the flock is a sad ram. He has a low, gravely, bass voice. He's feeling sad because he heard a record of Shirley Bassey singing, “There'll never be another ewe”.
Only kidding.   
To show off my versatility I move on into wild birds such as chiff chaff, blackbird and my famous impression of Dolly Parton. That's the Great Tit, of course!  
The high octaves go off the microphone’s decibel scale.
One of my non-animal impressions is that of a baby crying. In the past I’ve done this sound effect for stage plays. One young mother in the audience, who’d left her small baby at home, swore blind it sounded just like her child. I thought that was a nice compliment. 
I saved my favourite act, the cockerel, to the end. After all, I was born in the year of the Chinese cockerel. 
 With eyes cock-eyed and squinting, popping out their socket like pearls, I supported my stomach with my hands, took a deep breath....and I let out an ear-splitting crow. 
Lord only knows what they made of it in the office.

Watch the videos and let me know which is your favourite impression. To view them, click here http://icnorthwales.icnetwork.co.uk/dailypost/news/wales/tm_headline=russell-rees-davies-%2D-animal-impressionist%26method=full%26objectid=18547937%26siteid=50142-name_page.html">