A rooster has declared our yard home.
Exactly. Huh what?! This is the second time a chicken – first a hen, now a rooster – has wandered onto our property and taken up residence. I’m not quite sure what the draw is, other than the dog leaves it alone, to make them want to move in and make themselves comfortable.
The kids asked if we could eat him.
I know. Not “Can we keep him?!” but “Can we eat him?” They saw a rooster and declared him one yummy supper.
At 4am when he began his wakeup call, making him supper sounded like a fabulous idea.
(Yes, it’s raining. No, I did not step out into the rain… in my pj’s… to photograph the rooster. I stood on the porch. There’s only so much I’m willing to do for a chicken.)
I’ll keep you posted on the saga of the rooster. The last time, the hen lasted three days before she disappeared in the night. What fate she met, no one knows.