The Biggest Little Rooster -- grandchickies on the way!!

CHAPTER 31 SUNSHINE AND FREE TIME

The next day, the biggest little rooster could hardly believe his eyes. It was the SUN! He ran out of the coop and did a happy dance! It was still wet and a little muddy outside, but the sun was shining!
The humanlady came out and started raking some of the leaves. She was exposing some pretty bright new green grass. Every so often she’d find a fat slimy bug and throw it into the run, where one of the Ladies would grab it, and slurp it down
The Ladies and the biggest little rooster ran back and forth along the fence watching. They tried to look pathetic and cute and starving. She kept looking at them and laughing. She knew they all wanted out, and was going to let them, but had to complete some raking first. She was talking to them, raking, and exposing very sweet-looking new grass. The poor chickens were just about drooling.
Finally, she opened the gate. They all rushed out, bumping and pushing each other, and nearly stepping on each other. The biggest little rooster figured the Ladies could find their own sweet grass. He didn’t need to call them to it. They all ran and had a feast!
The humanlady had noticed that the old pieces of lumber seemed to attract slugs. So she purposely spread the lumber out, and in the new sunshine, turned over the boards. The biggest little rooster figured the humanlady must love them, because she actually grabbed the slimy little things and threw them toward the chickens.
The four days of rain and misery was almost worth it to have this wonderful feast afterwards. Well, maybe not FOUR days, but he hated the rain and loved this treat.
They didn’t even go on adventures. The biggest little rooster and his Ladies just scratched and ate, and scratched and ate.
After getting fairly full, they all ran over to the older neighbors for a visit. The biggest little rooster did not see the neighbor, so he talked the Ladies into going up on the deck and pecking on the neighbor’s door. No one was home. The biggest little rooster didn’t mind. They weren’t looking for treats, they just wanted to say hello.
Then they ran back to see what the humanlady was doing. The biggest little rooster did not get too close. He wasn’t sure if the humanlady was still upset with him.
They had broke the outdoor roost, and the humanlady was rebuilding it a little stronger. She had the noisy tools again. The Ladies did not like the noisy tools, so the biggest little rooster took them over to the opposite side of the yard. There was a pile of leaves the humanlady didn’t pick up, so the biggest little rooster threw himself into the center of the pile, and covered himself with leaves. He called to the Ladies, making the “there is something totally yummy right here” sound.
The Ladies giggled. They jumped into the pile, scratching leaves all over looking for the biggest little rooster. He popped his head up and scared them. They were halfway across the yard before they realized it was him.
They went back to the leaf pile and scratched and rolled and played until it was no longer a pile. The biggest little rooster liked how the multicolored leaves were lying against the green grass. He thought the whole lawn would look good that way. He talked the Ladies into helping him scatter the leaves, to make the yard prettier for the humanlady.
When they had scratched and tossed the leaves as far as they could, the biggest little rooster stood back and looked. Yes, it was a mighty colorful yard. He noticed a tree in the older neighbors yard, so next they ran over there to spread out her leaves. Those leaves were not in a pile, which made spreading them seem more like a chore than fun.
The biggest little rooster was getting hungry again, so he stopped the leaf spreading, and went back to the green grass. The biggest little rooster had noticed that the Ladies didn’t always stay right by him when they were out. Like now, they were still exploring the neighbor’s leaves. He wondered if he upset them somehow. He couldn’t remember doing anything that might upset them, but sometimes they get mad at what he DOESN’T do, instead of what he does do. They were so hard to figure out.
 
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My daughter informed me that she's coming here for turkey day.
Hmmm, maybe I'll hide him if he hasn't gone by then, and after she starts eating, say " WeeMan tastes good".
She'll kill me- after she starts crying and throws up.
 
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When we fixed the first bird, a guinea, I took my girls to wal mart so they wouldnt be upset. They had already noticed he was seperated from the others, my oldest wanted to let him out so daddy wouldn't know which one he was. When we got home, daddy opened the fridge and showed it to them. My 3 yr old saw it, started laughing, saying, "he's nekkid daddy!"
That night, all you could hear was lips smacking, and mmmms from them.
The next bird we did, a chicken, we were at church when daddy fixed it up, got home, "hey! he's nekkid too!" The next night, there was nothing left of that bird. Couldnt even find a tiny morsel left on it. The 3 yr old, told daddy, "can we have Treela next? " Treela is her hen. She goes out almost daily, calling to treela, "when you get big enough, your going in my belly".
 
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My daughter informed me that she's coming here for turkey day.
Hmmm, maybe I'll hide him if he hasn't gone by then, and after she starts eating, say " WeeMan tastes good".
She'll kill me- after she starts crying and throws up.

That would be one way to not have too many calories on Turkey Day.
 
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My daughter informed me that she's coming here for turkey day.
Hmmm, maybe I'll hide him if he hasn't gone by then, and after she starts eating, say " WeeMan tastes good".
She'll kill me- after she starts crying and throws up.

Lilbizzy! That's just M-E-A-N!!!
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And it sounds just like something I would do! LOL!

Thanks for the update!
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Mine were really enjoying the leaves, too. Unfortunately, a hawk grabbed my OEGB, though.
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So my Cornish is on severe restrictions since we don't have a covered run. She prefers being a house chicken, anyway! LOL!
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Glad everyone is ok!
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Shelly
 
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I think I have a history of doing things like that to my daughter. Starting with when she was around 4 years old.
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She was trying to decide whether or not the Easter bunny was real. Her little logical mind told her it couldn't be real. But the child in her was afraid if she did not believe, she wouldn't get candy.
She knew what rabbit poop looked like. So I took some raisinettes, and put them on the floor. She woke, noticed the basket, then noticed the floor. She said-"eww, what is that"
So, I looked down, and said " What do you think it is?"
She said "Easter bunny poo?"
So, I pick one up. I say it looks like bunny poo.
I sniff it. It smells like bunny poo.
I pop it in my mouth. She screamed. I said "Wow, the easter bunny poops chocolate!"
By the time she was done her scream, she had already figured out it was a raisinette. She was a smart kid. But she was still a kid. Although she knew it had to be a raisinette, she wouldn't eat one
 
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

On Halloween, I always do a big breakfast of Monkey Brains and Witches Fingers. (Cheesy scrambled eggs with red food coloring and sausage links!) My (now) 7yo son, still won't eat the "Monkey Brains"- even though he helps me make them! LOL!

Too funny! LOL!

Shelly
 
There is no way on this earth that I will eat kitty litter cake!
I'll make it, I'll twirl the tootsie rolls, I'll even get it all ready, but come eating time, I will not do it!
kitty litter cake: White cake, chocolate cake, crumble them up, stick in NEW litter box. Twist up tootsie rolls to look like kitty poo. Use new pooperscooper to serve.
 
CHAPTER 32 THE TALK
While the biggest little rooster thought women were confusing, at least he had a grasp on being a gentleman and getting along with the Ladies. Little WeeMan, on the other hand, had a lot to learn.
The biggest little rooster called WeeMan over to the fence. WeeMan started to ruffle his feathers, and the biggest little rooster laughed. “ Come here” he said. “ I want to talk to you as your big brother, not your competition”.
Little WeeMan was skeptical, but he knew the biggest little rooster was on the other side of the fence, so he was fairly safe.
The biggest little rooster started with some compliments. “ WeeMan, you have grown so big. You know I am flock leader, and it’s my job to protect everyone. I like being over here with the Ladies, but I still consider the girls to be mine also. I have noticed you are getting better with letting the girls eat first, and alerting them to good treats. I also totally admire you for standing up to the big brown monster that first time, and saving the girls lives.”
Then the biggest little rooster started leading up to the bad. “ Since half the flock is in a separate pen than I am in, I know it puts you in a bad position. You are not the flock leader, but you are the man of that side. I think you should act as a co-leader for the girls.”
Little WeeMan was proud, but a little confused. He wanted to be a little flock leader, but was afraid the biggest little rooster would whoop his tail feathers. He wasn’t a leader; he was just a WeeMan- and had always been second from the end of the pecking order.
The biggest little rooster continued- “I have noticed you being a bit rough with the girls. You need to be a bit gentler with them. Since I am flock leader, my first concern is the safety and happiness of the girls. The girls are not happy.”
The biggest little rooster didn’t want to give away all his trade secrets, but he knew that even if he had, WeeMan would never have the status that he had. “ To start with, you cannot just run and grab a girl for a kiss. You have to make them willing to kiss you. Do a dance for them, and make it graceful. After circling them dancing, THEN you can go in for the kiss. No grabbing. Once they realize you are a good kisser, they will stop fighting you. You must also remember no more than a few kisses a day for each girl.”
Then the biggest little rooster advised WeeMan on the finer points of being a gentleman. “ I noticed you spend a lot of time by yourself, except when you are running at the girls. A flock leader, or co-leader, should spend time mingling with the girls. You should find them bugs, or the sweetest grass and call them over. You should stand back and make sure everyone gets some.”
“ You should talk to the girls. It doesn’t matter what you talk about, but throw in a compliment every now and then. Be honest; don’t make an idle compliment, make a true one. To be able to do that, you must sit back and watch them, get to know them. There is good in everyone.”
“There is a pecking order, but I have also noticed there is some bullying going on. You must not allow bullying. When you start giving all the girls attention, and making them each feel special, some of that bullying should stop.”
Then, the biggest little rooster wrapped it all up. “I’ll be watching you. I’ll give you more advice as needed, but for now, try your best to practice all I have told you. I am counting on you to help me keep the girls safe and happy”.
“And last, but not least- keep your eyes and hormones away from the Ladies. I may be penned up, but I am let free. And I CAN, and WILL jump the fence if need be.”
With that said, the biggest little rooster gave a little wave, and walked off, letting his words of wisdom sink into little WeeMan’s little brain.
 

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