This morning my wife called me over to look at a bird. It was a turkey vulture circling in the sky. I hadn't seen one of them in years, especially in central Phoenix. City living dictates the prompt removal of dead animals, so I guess there just isn't much for them to eat in town. But sure enough, it was a buzzard. Something must be dead across the freeway.
My wife had the neighbor kid catch the rooster and toss him into the isolation pen. She is convinced he is rude and abusive to the hens. But, she thought that about the rooster we had before, and the rooster before that one. She just doesn't understand the nature of chicken love. Sometimes I wish she would mind her own business. I hate to tell her what her cats do!
The people across the street ate all of their chickens because they are unemployed. They thought they had jobs in a chicken processing plant in North Carolina, but their family called and told them the plant was laying people off. So, they are just staying here.
I gave them a rooster and a hen to get their flock started again, but they got desperate and ate them.
Now I give them the eggs my chickens lay. I can't eat them, and my wife doesn't like them. Her eggs are white and come from the store; my eggs are brown and come out of a chicken's butt. I wonder sometimes what she is thinking.
I have been on this diet since the first week of August. It really sucks. I have lost 22 pounds though. I sure miss bacon and eggs.
Rufus