I Am Her Rooster

[humblehillsfarm]

I snuggled my rooster Napoleon (rest in peace) ALL THE TIME. I’d do work with him tucked into the front of my jacket. He grew up to be extremely aggressive, but so good with the ladies. Seriously, he was amazing. It took nearly two years after he’d become an adult for me to muster up enough bravery to confront him head in and take charge—after that all was cool. He needed a reminder sometimes but overall things were good. I loved him so much, I miss him a lot!

If I had neighbors, they'd think I was crazy. The rooster follows me everywhere. He's even watched me through the screen door on the front porch. He stalks me. When he gets close I throw my arms up and scream like a banshee chasing him around. It usually holds him off, but has not changed his behavior. He has flogged me when I wasn't paying attention. I always pay attention now.