Christmas Dinner

A Few Too Many Beautiful Animals

There were a few days this summer when we should have been paying more attention. If you check your chicks on the first day they’re hatched you can sex them. I refuse to kill animals on the first day of life. I just can’t do it. I won’t do it, but having nine roosters with only sixteen or so hens is a recipe for disaster, too. We should have sexed the chicks and separated them.

During the summer it’s easy to find homes for roosters, but now in winter not so easy. They gang up on the girls and Tommy our head rooster is fed up with the others.

Right now we’re paying for a lot of pets. Winter will keep the boys from being too sex-crazed (I hope since the young ones are very rough partners). I’ll keep looking for homes and kicking myself for letting things get out of hand.

I’ll never be a real farmer because I think chickens are too cute.

farm kid and hen

A Walk In The Woods

What a lovely day to be in charge of my kingdom. The girls all want me, no matter how they deny it. I walk through the woods, every inch my own.

The trees may be tall, but I am beautiful.

The trees stand, leaves falling, as the ferns take their last look at the sun.

But I own it all. I’m free as a bird. I’m beautiful. I am Alexander the Great Rooster.

Rowdy Pack of Teens On The Loose

Too many beautiful young lads.

Sure is fun livin’ in the country . . .sigh.

The little rooster named “Random” just before crapping on boy