I’ve had a song in my head all day – John Fogerty’s “Old Man Down the Road” after one of the chickies managed the opening notes to it.
This is not what I thought I’d be posting about when I got chickens. Maybe I should write a post about how I accidentally deleted Mark I Beets&Beaks. Or how I took the last three boys down to the farm to live with their two brothers on a farm. Or thought I’d lost four of the six pullets the other day when they escaped the henitentiary and disappeared down the back of the property.
Little buggers. But they are lovely chickies. The lady with the farm said that she’s going to keep some of the young roos to take over from her older rooster, because the boys are so friendly and her son loves cuddling them with their soft feathers. As roosters go, they have hit the jackpot rather than the crock pot. The young roos are down the road, yes, but they don’t need to hidey-hide or jump and run.
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