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I am feeling terribly guilty tonight. I won't go into the whole story. Kelly can tell you, you'll thank me for that because she had to hear every gory detail.
I'll cut to the chase. I lost a rooster today. He is somewhere between my house and Grass Valley for you locals. I was taking him to the feedstore for re-homing and he got crazy and made his comb bleed so they wouldn't take him. On the way home, he escaped the cage by banging against the door on top. He jumped out and was loose in the car! When I opened the back hatch of the Jeep to try to catch him, he flew out straight into my face, split my lip and cut my hand. Last I saw him he was running up a steep bank of pines and out of sight! I slammed the hatch, got back in the car and never looked back. Two guys had their cars stopped on the road talking and saw it. I don't think they'll turn me in because they saw that he flew out as soon as I lifted the door. The fat lip is punishment enough.
Then I got home and took a good look at Michael's car. The rear hatch area looked like a CSI crime scene! There was blood splatter everywhere from that dummy jumping and banging his head. It was on the sides, the windows, and the headliner. I spent over an hour vacuuming shavings and cleaning up blood.
I was taking him in because he was mean to his girls. None of the three of them had gone out of the coop in a couple of weeks or more.
Anyway, I feel bad but he'll either survive or he won't. End of story. For me at least, unless I get a flesh eating bacterial infection and lose my upper lip.
I'll cut to the chase. I lost a rooster today. He is somewhere between my house and Grass Valley for you locals. I was taking him to the feedstore for re-homing and he got crazy and made his comb bleed so they wouldn't take him. On the way home, he escaped the cage by banging against the door on top. He jumped out and was loose in the car! When I opened the back hatch of the Jeep to try to catch him, he flew out straight into my face, split my lip and cut my hand. Last I saw him he was running up a steep bank of pines and out of sight! I slammed the hatch, got back in the car and never looked back. Two guys had their cars stopped on the road talking and saw it. I don't think they'll turn me in because they saw that he flew out as soon as I lifted the door. The fat lip is punishment enough.
Then I got home and took a good look at Michael's car. The rear hatch area looked like a CSI crime scene! There was blood splatter everywhere from that dummy jumping and banging his head. It was on the sides, the windows, and the headliner. I spent over an hour vacuuming shavings and cleaning up blood.
I was taking him in because he was mean to his girls. None of the three of them had gone out of the coop in a couple of weeks or more.
Anyway, I feel bad but he'll either survive or he won't. End of story. For me at least, unless I get a flesh eating bacterial infection and lose my upper lip.
