Categories: Animal drama, Uncategorized
I tried to keep things simple. That is why I suggested to my husband Ken that he just saddle him up and ride him on over to Nana’s. Privately, I believe Ken feared he could not stay on for the required eight seconds. Or perhaps he feared the aftermath of falling off would be difficult to explain. Regardless, moving the giant rooster was becoming an ordeal.
It all started when Mom brought over a fistful of baby chicks, which I agreed to tend in my dining room. This brings to light the glorious joy of having achieved adulthood where I can keep all sorts of things in my house delighting friends and family when my own mother would never have permitted such nonsense. Yes, the dust levels are higher than usual, but if you mow the weeds quarterly, it reduces the need to vacuum. A side benefit is that all my friends are healthy. Those with allergies quit visiting years ago.
Ken insisted on feeding the entire flock egg laying mash completely ignoring my suggestions to feed the rooster more “manly” chow, like chicken fried steak. I warned it could have negative implications similar to giving steroids to athletes, but Ken would hear none of it. Consequently, the rooster continued to grow beyond the size of any normal chicken. Truly, I am not exaggerating, but this rooster approached the size of a turkey and was well on his way to rivaling a Shetland pony. Read the rest of this post »