No, I'm not talking about the Steve McQueen movie. (Which I've only seen the tail end to anyway...) I'm talking about something of a much smaller scale and in reality, less daunting. Certainly less life threatening...
I was about my morning feeding routine when I noticed roosters happily eating under the oak out there back of the barn. "Huh? Where'd they get out from??"
I finished feeding the heifers, went in for the cat food and also to tell Savannah. We were going to move chicken coops sometime today anyway, so we decided to go ahead to do it. So, on my way back out, I filled up my bucket with chicken feed and turned on the hose.
Before we actually started chasing roosters around and around, I fixed the hole in the side of the coop. Daddy had told me when he was down here that that burnt area was going to break sooner or later. Well, I think it was sooner than later. It is also my opinon that that blasted coon that got into the horse trailer caused this damage. The reason for that being I found a chicken wing floating around out there in the grass someplace...of course, it could just be left over from one of the others--the cats do drag such things out the burn hole--along with the buzzards.
Nevermind the greusome details...I believe there were at least 15 roosters out. It took at least an hour to catch them all. One of them got nicknamed "Hyena" because every time I'd go grab him (and miss of course--he was third to last to get caught), he'd run off and start cackling like he was laughing at us!! I really think he was too, because after I finally caught him and threw him back into the coop, he didn't cackle at all! Oh, he squawked like he was being torn limb from limb when I grabbed him, but he didn't run around inside the coop, going "Ahk! Ahk! Ahk!!!!" at us. Them little squirts...reminded me of that rooster that we had several years ago that used to come up behind me and attack me--I cured him of that by making a whip out of my over shirt and popping him square on the head with it. Don't underestimate an irritated girl's aim with a rolled up peice of cloth! :D
Anyway, I landed on my knees several time over the course of the morning in my attempt to grab those rascally roosters. The last one was probably the most amazing catch. He was trying to squirt by me and I reached down and just happened to grab a leg as he dashed by. By now, I was kind of tired of the game and hungry (it was almost 10 and this chile hadn't had her breakfast!), so I just held the stinker upside down by one leg until I pitched him into the coop. He didn't like that too much, but oh well.
Then we moved the coops. I didn't feel so good by the time we were done, but I stuck out my end of the job--I think I often make Savannah do extra work on the chicken coops by being inside while she does all the anchoring work.
I fed Charlotte and then myself and went on with my day...which wasn't anything exciting. I guess I was pretty lazy actually, but I did get several inches of brown sock knitted!
I was about my morning feeding routine when I noticed roosters happily eating under the oak out there back of the barn. "Huh? Where'd they get out from??"
I finished feeding the heifers, went in for the cat food and also to tell Savannah. We were going to move chicken coops sometime today anyway, so we decided to go ahead to do it. So, on my way back out, I filled up my bucket with chicken feed and turned on the hose.
Before we actually started chasing roosters around and around, I fixed the hole in the side of the coop. Daddy had told me when he was down here that that burnt area was going to break sooner or later. Well, I think it was sooner than later. It is also my opinon that that blasted coon that got into the horse trailer caused this damage. The reason for that being I found a chicken wing floating around out there in the grass someplace...of course, it could just be left over from one of the others--the cats do drag such things out the burn hole--along with the buzzards.
Nevermind the greusome details...I believe there were at least 15 roosters out. It took at least an hour to catch them all. One of them got nicknamed "Hyena" because every time I'd go grab him (and miss of course--he was third to last to get caught), he'd run off and start cackling like he was laughing at us!! I really think he was too, because after I finally caught him and threw him back into the coop, he didn't cackle at all! Oh, he squawked like he was being torn limb from limb when I grabbed him, but he didn't run around inside the coop, going "Ahk! Ahk! Ahk!!!!" at us. Them little squirts...reminded me of that rooster that we had several years ago that used to come up behind me and attack me--I cured him of that by making a whip out of my over shirt and popping him square on the head with it. Don't underestimate an irritated girl's aim with a rolled up peice of cloth! :D
Anyway, I landed on my knees several time over the course of the morning in my attempt to grab those rascally roosters. The last one was probably the most amazing catch. He was trying to squirt by me and I reached down and just happened to grab a leg as he dashed by. By now, I was kind of tired of the game and hungry (it was almost 10 and this chile hadn't had her breakfast!), so I just held the stinker upside down by one leg until I pitched him into the coop. He didn't like that too much, but oh well.
Then we moved the coops. I didn't feel so good by the time we were done, but I stuck out my end of the job--I think I often make Savannah do extra work on the chicken coops by being inside while she does all the anchoring work.
I fed Charlotte and then myself and went on with my day...which wasn't anything exciting. I guess I was pretty lazy actually, but I did get several inches of brown sock knitted!
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