Monday, April 11, 2011
Let that be a lesson to you:
Mess with my kids, and I'll eat you for dinner.
We are now a 100% rooster-free zone. It's actually really nice. No more waking up at 5 am to the sound of crowing, no more being charged by a huge feathered beast as I walk to the car in the morning, no more kids walking around the yard with sticks in case the big bird gets too close, no more telling the boys "they're just wrestling" as the rooster has his way with the hens, no more claw marks on our shins... It's just one part of farm life I'd rather do without.
And this guy is going to make a big ol' happy family dinner. RIP Roostofferson, we won't miss you much.