When my son was fourteen he puffed his chest out at me one time... and though it took everything I had to bring this towering giant child of mine down, I took him down to the ground and reminded him that I was his mama. He is 27 now, and I am so very proud of the man he is and we have a great relationship.
A couple days ago, I watched the young cockerel (10 weeks?) my MamaBanty raised, rush at her- and she kicked his butt and chased him under the cypress tree.
And then, last night, my beloved 15 week old Freckles= my snuggly, always on my arm, or leg, always friendly, wonderful Freckles...decided he needed to square up with me- my shin. So I picked him up much to his protesting and squawking and fussing...and we took a walk around the gardens, and stopped and admired all the veggies, and cuddled close.
The picture shows a very much "put in his place" Freckles after taking a long stroll and snuggle with me while all the others got to enjoy some free time free ranging before dark.
A couple days ago, I watched the young cockerel (10 weeks?) my MamaBanty raised, rush at her- and she kicked his butt and chased him under the cypress tree.
And then, last night, my beloved 15 week old Freckles= my snuggly, always on my arm, or leg, always friendly, wonderful Freckles...decided he needed to square up with me- my shin. So I picked him up much to his protesting and squawking and fussing...and we took a walk around the gardens, and stopped and admired all the veggies, and cuddled close.
The picture shows a very much "put in his place" Freckles after taking a long stroll and snuggle with me while all the others got to enjoy some free time free ranging before dark.