11-08-2005, 12:23 AM
LoL them roosters can put a nasty welt on a man sole if given the chance. they dont just bite, they bite and twist like a shark....[shocked] I cant count the number of weasles and possoms I found dead in the hen house pecked to death, the mice well there was nothing left of them when the fowl had thier way withum...
I just love the sound of chickens crowing on a clear morning and hear the eckos passing through the hills. to me it is a joyfull a sound as a phesant crowing on a crisp october morn.
I used to love geting up in the morning before dawn just to beat the chickens to the rise. my reward was hearing the rooster crow. then about 9-10 am the hens would start singing thier I cant believe I layed the whole thing song.... once in a great while we would find a double yolked egg... Passin that sure was raisin a fuss about.... Remindes me of he old fog horn leg horn cartoons on bugs bunny... LOL
Yep I sure do know what you mean about fethered football, when I was a kid we had the neighborhood bully, I swear he wasnt right some times. he picked on every thing including me and my farm animals, he was 5 years older than me and 6 inches shorter, I was forbade from settin him right, (to bad for him as later years have proven) I would have to put up with his abusess.
That was till one summer day...
I had this one rooster that hated any thing red, didnt like the compition, couldnt keep another for the sake of this one. he wanted to fight any thing with a red comb.
I was out working under the apple tree one afternoon when he showed up spreadin more of his good humer, and proceeded to spat lugies at my chickens thorugh the fence. well O'l red was standing just a couple feet away from him on the other side of the fence. (old red was what I called him mostly because he was red in color and he would atack anything red.
I had my share of bites from him, especialy in the winter time when I was usin plastic milk jugs with red caps taking water in to the hen house. that ol rooster would make short notice of that red cap and waisted no time in making his presence noticed. the days when I forgot my gloves were a bit rough on my hands. His jumpin and a bitein and a wantin to spur was enuff to intimadate almose every one from wantin to walk in to my hen house... My brothers and sisters wouldnt go any where near the hen house for no amount of money.
I was getting a bit ticked off, yet there wasnt any thing I could do about it. That was when I noticed o'l red standing there, then the Devil made me do it, I double dirty doged daired him to piss on the chickens. and sure enuf he did, O'l red cocked his head sidways and looked up at that flash of red and with one hop he pecked the red headed pecker right on the head....
I started laughing,. I laughed so hard I fell of my ladder rolling on the ground nearly splitted my gut I laughed so hard, That boys face turned reder than the chicken and that made the chicken even madder.... frotunately for that boy there was a fence between him and the chicken.... Then he started ballin and stomped off home yellin I am tellin my mama on you, still tryin to hold in the laughin I just had to see this. so I followed him home and we got to the kitchen table I was still looking that the cat that swallowed the canary he told them that my chicken bit him..... well his gramp's was sittin there his unkle his momma and paw, brother and sisters. they all turnd and looked at me and asked is this true,
With tears rollin from my eyes from laughin so hard I said he sure did, and they said what? then I told them about how and where he got bit and they all started bustin a gut them selves.... It wasnt two days before they went and got a dozen chickens with a mean ol rooster for them selves. now I cant say for sure but I heard that O'l red drew blood on the day of the double red dawn....
finaly I had a way of keepin him out of crew cut hair. all I had to do was open the door to the hen house and bouy howdy did he turn back around in his tracks and bee lined streight back to his room....
to this day that boy (now 50+ in age) cant look at a chicken dinner with out remembering that summer day of the red headed pecker pecker.....
so are chickens fun?,,,,, you bet your bottom night crawler they are!!!![sly][laugh]
chickens do have thier benifits around the house too, Eggs for bakin fryin boilin and feedin the dog. chicken crapp for my garden. Feathers for fly tyein. chicken for dumplins soup fryin bakin stewin BBQin and a bully chasein[
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I just love the sound of chickens crowing on a clear morning and hear the eckos passing through the hills. to me it is a joyfull a sound as a phesant crowing on a crisp october morn.
I used to love geting up in the morning before dawn just to beat the chickens to the rise. my reward was hearing the rooster crow. then about 9-10 am the hens would start singing thier I cant believe I layed the whole thing song.... once in a great while we would find a double yolked egg... Passin that sure was raisin a fuss about.... Remindes me of he old fog horn leg horn cartoons on bugs bunny... LOL
Yep I sure do know what you mean about fethered football, when I was a kid we had the neighborhood bully, I swear he wasnt right some times. he picked on every thing including me and my farm animals, he was 5 years older than me and 6 inches shorter, I was forbade from settin him right, (to bad for him as later years have proven) I would have to put up with his abusess.
That was till one summer day...
I had this one rooster that hated any thing red, didnt like the compition, couldnt keep another for the sake of this one. he wanted to fight any thing with a red comb.
I was out working under the apple tree one afternoon when he showed up spreadin more of his good humer, and proceeded to spat lugies at my chickens thorugh the fence. well O'l red was standing just a couple feet away from him on the other side of the fence. (old red was what I called him mostly because he was red in color and he would atack anything red.
I had my share of bites from him, especialy in the winter time when I was usin plastic milk jugs with red caps taking water in to the hen house. that ol rooster would make short notice of that red cap and waisted no time in making his presence noticed. the days when I forgot my gloves were a bit rough on my hands. His jumpin and a bitein and a wantin to spur was enuff to intimadate almose every one from wantin to walk in to my hen house... My brothers and sisters wouldnt go any where near the hen house for no amount of money.
I was getting a bit ticked off, yet there wasnt any thing I could do about it. That was when I noticed o'l red standing there, then the Devil made me do it, I double dirty doged daired him to piss on the chickens. and sure enuf he did, O'l red cocked his head sidways and looked up at that flash of red and with one hop he pecked the red headed pecker right on the head....
I started laughing,. I laughed so hard I fell of my ladder rolling on the ground nearly splitted my gut I laughed so hard, That boys face turned reder than the chicken and that made the chicken even madder.... frotunately for that boy there was a fence between him and the chicken.... Then he started ballin and stomped off home yellin I am tellin my mama on you, still tryin to hold in the laughin I just had to see this. so I followed him home and we got to the kitchen table I was still looking that the cat that swallowed the canary he told them that my chicken bit him..... well his gramp's was sittin there his unkle his momma and paw, brother and sisters. they all turnd and looked at me and asked is this true,
With tears rollin from my eyes from laughin so hard I said he sure did, and they said what? then I told them about how and where he got bit and they all started bustin a gut them selves.... It wasnt two days before they went and got a dozen chickens with a mean ol rooster for them selves. now I cant say for sure but I heard that O'l red drew blood on the day of the double red dawn....
finaly I had a way of keepin him out of crew cut hair. all I had to do was open the door to the hen house and bouy howdy did he turn back around in his tracks and bee lined streight back to his room....
to this day that boy (now 50+ in age) cant look at a chicken dinner with out remembering that summer day of the red headed pecker pecker.....
so are chickens fun?,,,,, you bet your bottom night crawler they are!!!![sly][laugh]
chickens do have thier benifits around the house too, Eggs for bakin fryin boilin and feedin the dog. chicken crapp for my garden. Feathers for fly tyein. chicken for dumplins soup fryin bakin stewin BBQin and a bully chasein[
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