Here in Vermont, they call me a Flatlander, Citygirl, & a not-so-nice term for someone from Massachusetts. It's all tongue in cheek and I can take it. I'm glad to be from a cultured, well-heeled part of the world... I love Paul Revere, the Sox, the Pats & Faneuil Hall.
When Cora, our third baby, looked at me with beautiful mocha eyes and asked if we could take home some of the kindergarten chicks that hatched last year, I couldn't say no. That's too bad. I should have said no. Here's why:
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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I have a similar problem with kittens. They turn into fat, lazy cats! :)
I would love to have a chicken run. Fresh eggs!
We do get the fresh egg (there's only
one hen!) but we risk life & limb to get it because of the rooster with anger issues! I'd rather have the fat, lazy cat! :)
A rooster with anger issues? Too funny! It's worth it for a good egg though =)
An angry rooster is only funny from a distance... I promise! :)
Heather- We had four chicks in upstate NY and when they grew up, one turned out to be a rooster. Loud, down right mean and aggressive. We offered him to a local farmer and were rid of the chicken drama. When you have kids, it's hard to see them get terrorized by pissy poultry.
I feel you.
Ah chickens! My daughter has a chicken barn--so I understand about an angry rooster! We would have to take a stick if we went to see the chickens-one darn rooster would want to take a bite from everyone...
Once when my daughter went to a pet store with her oldest daughter, my granddaughter told people at the store---"I have a mean mommie, so won't let the chickens sleep in my room." I would have let her :)
Hey JS & CG...I'm kind of sad that you know so well what I'm talking about! It's not right that these roosters are allowed to cause such problems! I'll never forget the sound of my 11 year old son yelling at "Connor" the rooster and running for his little pre-pubescent life!
Not good. Pissy poultry is right.
chickens in the bedroom are not! ;)
Mean roosters are no fun. Lucky for us ours is a total wuss. He's huge and has killer spurs, but doesn't hurt a fly. Doesn't do his job to protect the hens either...he's the first one in the chicken house at the sign of a hawk.
That's lucky, Teresa! I've seen our rooster try to eat my sweet husband!
Then, I'd say it's time the rooster was turned into a stew...unless you're vegetarian, and then he can be a hawk's main course. ;)
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