Rooster has been posturing and posing at me through the kitchen windows. He gets me in his sights and puffs out at me and crows in a that way he has -- you know, that "Come out here and do my bidding way", but I just ignore him and tend to my business.
Today, however, I was in the yard when he started doing this. I was dressed for it -- chore boots, barn coat etc., so I stood my ground. He jumped up; I deflected him. Okay, I kicked him if you really want to know. But he kept coming back!
This is not good. In the World of Rooster, whoever walks away from a fight is a big weeny and will be chased down and spurred in the back of the legs. No matter how I puffed at him (spread my coat wide and flapped it) or kicked him, he wouldn't back off. I couldn't walk away, nor could I persuade him to.
What to do . . .
Oh right! My rooster was working in the barn. Oh Jamie . . . .
Three good deflections and a small and humble rooster slunk off to the far corner of the yard where he got very interested in a small blade of grass.
I just saw him through the kitchen window. We caught each other's eyes and he humbly turned aside, no longer interested in expanding his territory to include the house-hens, as he sees us.
1 comment:
That's hysterical. Score one for the house hens.
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