We had a visitor on Saturday. I walked out the side door to take out the compost and saw him dashing around the corner of the garage. I bolted inside to get the camera and the girls. He seemed to have come across the road (insert joke) and I followed him around trying to get a good picture. Excuse me, chicken ladies, how do you ever get pictures of your hens? Or is it just roosters? This guy sure didn’t stop to pose.
He even invaded the girl’s tree fort. I don’t think he was pleased, they haven’t been out there to clean out since the leaves fell, so he just kept going. He stopped now and again to let out a great big “COCK A DOODLE DOO” (you know it doesn’t really sound like that, but you get it).
I left him here at the back end of the lot because I didn’t want him wandering back into the woods. God knows, what could get him back there.
Excuse me, Mr. Rooster, best to stay on your own side of the road, though we did enjoy your visit. Now, let’s talk about hens.