Where are we going? And, why are we in this hand basket?
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Hah! I did it! It turns out dial up is too slow. No big shocker there. That's me from a couple of years ago.
Here's the rooster that wanted to kill us last year. A neighbor down the street apparently got some chicks and threw out the baby roosters. One ended up in our yard and I was nice to it, so it stayed. It was ok for a while. I think he hit puberty, and without any hens to keep him busy, he got aggressive. We just weren't prepared to keep chickens at the time. One of Randy's co-workers took him off our hands. Her sister had a farm. We didn't ask any questions after that. That's the short version of that story. It was really a big ordeal. We still stop and look around when we hear a rooster crow.