Everyday does of Reality
Today while dropping off some clothing for Peggy’s granddaughter, her husband put a burlap bag in the truck. Chase, our son stayed with Steve and his grandson to catch a rooster. Seems Ms. Peggy hatched a few last year and this year with the hot summer, every time she opens her windows to cool the house down the flock of roosters are having a party out in the pen. As normal parties go, as well as most young men, the group of roosters are as loud as all get out. She told Chase to catch a few and he can take them home. Since we live in an old school built of concrete and brick, all that racket won’t bother us.
Yep, I had a rooster in a burlap bag in my truck. I was told his name Chase gave him was Rocky. Chase asked if he could stay for a while and catch another rooster. I said sure why not, but the limit is 2!
When I first let him loose in the yard with the ladies, all 29 of them…Rocky was strutting around for all he was worth. Minnie the duck and her gang of 3 females & 2 male Khaki Campbell ducks was not having it. As much as Minnie is a big lovey girl, she also thinks she is a rooster. The fact she lays an egg every day has not phased her in the slightest. Minnie took her gang, which I have named the chicken coop “Minnie’s Clubhouse”, and circled Rocky. Now I don’t know about the chickens down at Ms. Peggy’s but my ladies don’t take crap from our dogs, they sure are taken any from strutting cocky Rocky. Minnie and gang circled him in a corner while Gloria, the head laying hen in charge strutted out of the coop. Her bodyguard Sable was all puffed up and stretching her wings, she is the biggest girl out there. They walked up to the circle of guard ducks and Minnie was quacking up a storm with her feathers ruffled. Gloria joined in and started giving Rocky a good yelling. I’m willing to bet, those ladies out there were laying down some firm ground rules. Funny thing was, Gloria walked away, followed by Minnie and her gang, heading back to the coop. Big ole girl, Sable gave Rocky the stare down for almost 30 seconds. She turned, lifted her tail feathers and dropped a load of poo, and strutted her way back to the coop. Rockey better watch his step, I’ve done the math and he is sorely outnumbered and them ladies mean business.