Terri,
Tommy was just dying to get your bantams. I shook my head "no", but he got them anyways. Well today, I would've given a $100 bill if I could have filmed him. We let everyone out to range. I went to work on the front porch, and about two hours later.......I could hear him screaming. He came running to the front yard and screamed "could you help me get this little
****@%* put back into his coop?"
I went around the back to see the little rooster, Duke, pretty much giving Tommy the finger. I tried to help him, but he didn't want to go back home. He ran, ran, ran - as fast as his little can. At one point Tommy was running down the bank behind him and almost bit the dust. At that point, I laughed so hard that I might have peed on myself. Then the name calling began. Tommy would scream obsenities and run trying to push him toward his home. Duke would run under the truck, the bushes and at one point to the front yard yelling obsenities back at him. I had to stop helping because I was laying on the ground laughing. That seemed to anger Tommy more, and that made Duke even more determined he wasn't going back home. Tommy, at one point, said "where is my gun?" I realized he was past the "I'm going to laugh about this later" stage and said "just let him run. We'll try again this afternoon." Tommy, totally defeated, said "he's never getting out again." You see - people that have full size chickens don't realize how little and quick those little bantams are when they smile at their wives and say "I want some."
We left them along, and thirty minutes later Duke took himself home. Tommy smiled at me and closed the door.
While Tommy was irrate, Duke seemed very content that he had totally frazzled his master.