Cross Continental Friends!!!

Bill, what's your town like? I live in the outskirts of a village. There's no store, post office. The next town delivers the mail and they are talking of stopping Saturday delivery's. Even closing that town's post office making us travel to the city's PO. there are people with livestock, small (their own) garden's. There used to be a farm that had veg's & milk cow's but it would get flooded in the spring killing some cows so they gave it up. There are a lot of chicken people but I have not found any that are close to me in BYC. The closest one in approx. 15 miles. which is not that bad but I only have the truck and I hate to leave DD cuz he works 12 hr shifts so I love to be with him And I've never seen the sizzles around here!!
 
we've got our post office, who works 4 hours a day, a couple of banks, a weekly market and a couples of stores some families are too sophisticated to got their own orchards or gardens, even roosters are seen like alien creatures in this quarters there are still a couple of families who raise cows, when my poor first wife was at home, we used to raise an hundred of calves from summer to Christmas, I still worked as a repairman, she feeds them everyday and we cleaned them up every saturday, at december we scratch them with the lime, as a tradition, leather belongs to the breeder the biggest part of the persons couldn't understand the values of our tipical breeds, some of them have been recognized just in the last years, some others are maybe lost forever like the millefiori piemontese
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Oh, oh!
Have I got a story for you!
Okay, so I had just finished unloading and storing the feed and sat down with the dog to take a break. All of a sudden our hawk comes swooping down out of the cottonwood tree and grabs a young banty hen! But he didn't fly up, he just sat there with the chicken in his talons. My itty bitty rooster Rusty lets out an angry squawk and runs over and attacks the hawk! I mean full spurs and wing flapping and hollering. The dog and I are stunned but I finally managed to get up and start heading over and the hawk was so upset he dropped the hen and flew away. The hen jumped up and ran into the coop and was completely unharmed.
Rusty is about the size of a soda can and the hawk was three times that height and rather more armed with a beak and talons!

Karen
 
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