Hello! I am writing a book about my chickens, hopefully to get it published. I will post more here periodically for you to read. I would love it if you would post comments and feedback. I have the first chapter partly done so here it is... Mr. Green Jeans. I looked at my phone and read the text that my friend sent me. No It just doesnt sound right. I typed back. Then what about Big Red? I looked at the screen. I couldnt believe her. Hes not red. He is white. Look. I was in a heated discussion with my friend over what to name my new rooster. She owned 8 chickens. I owned 7 at the time. I sent her a picture of him. He looked like a mess. He had a bloody comb, a horrible case of scaly leg mites, his feathers were broken and ugly and he was terribly frantic. A mess. He was my new rescue rooster and I loved him. He was in a cage in the coop. The six Amber Link hens were out free ranging and I was seated on the newly built roost. Oh. Well, I dont know. she replied. I took a good look at him. As of now, I called him roo, which would not suit him. Hmmm What about James? I asked. I dont know. my friend replied. Jasper? Jasper or James? Jasper But I like James, too. Ok. Then Jasper it is. I decided. I took a good look at him. Jasper. It fit him well! I loved him. I knew he would clean up well. He has a story. And now he has a home. A home of his own. His home. Its his. Finally. He owns it for the first time. His story isnt the most exciting, but it makes you feel good inside. It makes me feel good inside. I was talking to my grandpa for a long time about getting a rooster. We just couldnt find one. Until today. I was out shopping with my grandma and my grandpa was going motorcycling with his friend. When we got back, I thought nothing of it. I saw a dog crate sitting out by the back building. Very peculiar item, dont you think? I pranced into the garage. Hey Pap! Why is there a dog crate out there? Cobie cant fit in it anymore. I asked. Ok, you caught me! You know how you wanted a rooster? Did you want a big one? he said. Yes! Yes! Yes! I hopped up and down. What color did you want? he pressed. Red, but I dont care. I dont care. I said excitedly. Hes white. Hes out back, if you want to see him. Mike and I picked him up for you from Mahers. my pap said. Before he could get another word out, I shrieked, jumped up and down, and then took off running up the back of the driveway to see my rooster. And thats when I saw him in the cage. How big! Whoa, and look at that comb! Wow! Hes mine! Hes actually mine! I was elated. Suddenly my grandparents came around the corner. Where did you get him? I love him! Thank you thank you thanks so much! I yelled, out of breath. Maher had 4 roosters. This guy was the smallest Let me interrupt. In my eyes, this guy was absolutely not in any way small. And the youngest. He wasnt getting enough to eat. He was always getting beat up. Mike, Mr. Maher and I chased him around for a good 20 minutes. Finally, Mr. Maher scooped him up by the legs. Here he is my pap explained. Woow! Thanks so much! Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay! I shouted, Eeeeep! I would love comments or feedback on it! Thanks in advance!