Yup, that's pretty much the way it is here. There are just some that have made a mark on my heart and they will stay here. Pip is not a breeding man, but he does tend to the free rangers, and would lay down his life for the girls and the cats even; he has proved that to me. His man fighting days have gone, and now he is just a growly curmudgeon as far as I go. He only made contact with me once in his life, and when I turned around, he had a look on his face that was as surprised as mine. He has never offered to attack me again; it was like he was ashamed of himself for hitting me!
Clyde and Roy both are such gentlemen and kind to their women and me, that I could never let them go either. I know Don is shaking his head at this point, but these birds have become family to me, and being on such a small scale with no asperations to show, that is fine with me. Don't get me wrong, I still want to improve what I have and go forward, but I can't discount the pals I have here in the process. We all sat on the deck together the other day when it was nice and warm; dog, cats, and chickens, and it was very peaceful and rewarding to me, and it didn't matter if there were white feathers or not.
