I found a bunch of pork loin on sale for $1.11 per pound, so I bought a bunch. Out of some of it I made 50 lbs of pork sausage. Just as I was wrapping the last couple packages I heard a chicken commotion outside. I figured I better go check it out. I thought about taking a gun with me, but being tired from all the pork processing I brushed it off and just grabbed a flashlight. I thought by the time I got there if anything had been there it would be gone already. As I walked toward the chickens I could see the roosters huddled in a corner by the fence and shop, about 10 yards from their open coop. I looked at them with the flashlight, and could easily see that the only one that wasn't there was the buff orpington roo. These roos are all my free ranging yard art, but I still didn't want to loose any of them.
I went to the coop to shine the light in to see if my buff was in there. I bent down to look in and came face to face with one of the ugliest creatures God put on this earth.
I backed up and decided I better go get a gun. All the while I walked back to the house I was silently scolding myself for not taking one in the first place.
Went in, picked up the closest one, which was a pistol and headed back out. I got half way back to the coop and realized I had left my flashlight in the house so I turned around and went back after it.
As I approached the roosters I could see my buff had rejoined the group. When I got to the coop I looked slowly inside, ready to take aim. The coop was empty. I went all around to see if it was hiding nearby, but couldn't find it.
I decided it was time to get the roo boys back in their shelter. Have you ever tried to herd 9 roosters, in the dark, down a snow and mud covered bank back into a house that they fear is still inhabited by an ugly villain?
It wasn't working. I decided I would have to catch them and put them back one by one. That didn't work either. Every time I caught one and put him in, he would freak out and charge back out. Yes, one of these days that coop will get a door on it, too. I decided they were just going to have to go back in on their own. At least it's quite a bit warmer tonight than it has been. I consoled myself thinking at least I hadn't fallen on my butt trying to get those roosters back in. Usually when it's that slick and muddy that's exactly what happens.
Guess I'll have to do a little varmint plinking some other night.
