The little guy and I raked out a flower bed today, did some more pruning and put up the hammock my husband gave me for Christmas. The only tantrums this child ever throws are when he has to come inside. He loves the outdoors so much, you would think we make him live in the basement the way he carries on screaming, attacking the door and crying angry tears. We don't by the way. He would happily live out there if he could - wind, rain or snow be damned and I don't blame him. Me too, little one. I get it.
Picked up a new rooster from a lady on Craigslist on Friday. He's a Brahma and gorgeous. She had the most beautiful flock of Cochins and Brahmas - nothing but feathered feet and fluffy butts everywhere. The lady I got him from was very nice asking me on the way out to "please don't roast him" and "keep in touch". Um. Ok. This weighed heavily on my mind because as soon as we got home I opened the box he was in to show him to my husband and of course he burst out of the box and took off running. Across the road. Behind the neighbors house. I immediately had two distinct thoughts: That was stupid of me. and, more to the point, I don't have time for this shit.
"Be on the lookout for a handsome stranger" I told the hens. The goal was to get the girls to make as much noise as possible and it worked; within a couple of hours he was the gate talking to them and they were standing in a cluster on the other side of the fence with little hen hearts going pitter-pat. They are all in loooove with this guy. I'm going to take that as a good sign of his character.