Chanticleer II May 2009-August 31, 2009
I would like to take a moment of silence in remembrance of the brief life of a naughty rooster.
Since coming inside the white picket fence, you have been entertaining us with your antics and waking us with your anthem.
But when you came back home I warned you that I had a no tolerance policy for roosters who attacked my babies.
You should've listened, bird brain.
I'll bet now that you wish you had.
You were a fighter right until the very end.
May your legacy be an example to your brother. May he recognize that we are at the top of this pecking order, not follow in your chicken tracks and keep his grubby little beak off my children.
But on a farm(ette) there is not only death, but also life. At the very moment of death, a new life was born just feet away as our 4th and final turkey chick hatched.
3 comments:
Again, I must say you are too funny! Maybe the new one will not be such a heathen chicken! By the way, was he dinner tonight? Oddly, somehow you make me want to raise chickens... in spite of the horror stories of killing them. Odd. ;)
As long as you're laughing with me and not at me Shannon:D
He was too puny to bother with butchering, which is a shame.
A backyard flock of laying hens is so much fun to raise! It's when you add adolescent roosters, large turkeys, and broilers that you start to loose a lot of the "fun" aspect. But I just love my girls!
lol i love your little stories!
the photograph matches your words, he does look naughty & mean :)
im adding you to my blogroll because i'm fast becoming a fan of your blog :) x
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