He was in an awfully big hurry too.
I was chasing him with a five-foot-long bamboo pole.
Now don't think I'm cruel! The alternative is to chop his head off, and I really don't want to do that. As much as that bird is a huge pain in the rear, I really do like him.
Red has a job and he does it well.
I just don't trust him. Apparently, he feels his royal reign is threatened by small children. The kind of small children that mind their own business... playing in the sandbox, coloring the sidewalk with chalk or dragging a hose around the yard. My small children.
That type of shenanigans in completely unacceptable.
So there I am racing around the yard behind my Red rooster. In my sandals. In the slippery dewy wet grass.
My boys are laughing hysterically.
But I have the advantage! I have the bamboo pole! Not to smack him up, just to steer him. It sure works better than a flyswatter.
And yes I know, it's a crying shame my husband wasn't here to man the camera.
When it's hot out, a running Red rooster loses steam faster than you would ever believe. One loop around the yard and his beak is wide open and he's gasping for breath.
Chickens have wings, you know, but I'm starting to think they are mostly for decoration. He won't fly away from me.
The second time around the house he tries to hide in corners or under the steps, but he knows I'll have him if he stops for too long. But soon, he's had it. He's done. He sticks his head into the flower bed, between a gigantic daylily and an overgrown chive plant, shuts his eyes and waits.
I haul His Highness off to the barn and lock him in the doghouse. Don't worry, he doesn't mind. He's pooped out. He needs a nap. He can sleep while my kids play outside, and I won't have to worry about them being attacked.
One of these times I swear that Red rooster is going to see me and my pole and head straight for the doghouse on his own.
It would be so much easier. For both of us.
8 comments:
LOL!!! I have video of chickens chasing my then two year old around the backyard. Our suburban neighbors had about ten of them in their backyard. That was all fine and dandy until the chickens decided to live in my yard too and chase my kids. I went to their house and asked them to please keep them caged and out of my yard. Two days later the chickens were gone and the neighbors were having a barbecue.
I have guilt.
:)
Oh my goodness! What a story! I love it!
That's hilarious!! :D
I don't have a rooster... at least, not yet. ;) I guess someday if I want to start hatching my own eggs, I'll have to get one...
I'll make sure to keep a dog house handy. ;)
That's awesome. Great photos of this craziness. =)
I can just imagine this happening! Oh, I so needed this laugh tonight! Well written and well photographed, as usual. I hope your kiddos enjoyed their play time in the yard!
He sure is a gorgeous feathered friend! I'm thinking we'll just get the gals, skip the rooster for a few years, Until I'm better prepared to take care of their little attacks like that! Love the way you tell this story, you have some great patience :)
This makes me laugh! I just love your first photo of him.
You told this so perfectly!
I can totally remember our momma ducks chasing my sister and I around. Which is the reason I don't own fowl on any bit of our acreage right now, ha! :)
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