When Roosters Go Bad

We have a gang of roosters around our yard. They are an unruly bunch.  They move around in packs causing terror in children and adults alike.  I think I saw some of them wearing wallets with chains, bandanas and dark shades. A real devious crew.

He is the worst of them all
the ring leader

                                    
We raised them from chicks. We hand fed them with eyedroppers when they got pneumonia. Let them live in our living room in a box while we nursed them back to health.

Where's the thanks.

We held them in all their fluffiness, telling them in baby talk just how cute they were.  And kids, the kids  loved them, they would watch them and play with them and laugh with excitement over  the cute little baby chicks.



Then they grew up.

Just look at that face!

Now they lurk. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. They can sense your fear. Oh yes, they can.

They have every area of our yard guarded. We have one lone "front yard" rooster who waits for visitors or the hands that feed them to step off the final step and walk, catching them unawares. The other eight no good roosters hung out around back in a mob. Just waiting for you to bring them their sustenance.......To get ya.

The kids screech in horror if they see the "white chicken" even 100 ft away. (They're four and don't know their colors all that well yet)



I had enough. I was assailed for the last time.  Now they're in the hoosegow. Every last one of those obnoxious and malicious fowl.

Bad boys, bad boys
watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
When they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

In a few weeks were gonna have a Chicken fry... and bake, and broil, braise, grill, saute......

And now we have freedom to walk in our yard without watching our backs. We can walk at a normal pace. The kids can wander unafraid of what might lie in wait out of view. Visitors have no need to have their purse ready to strike back.

Oh happy day!
Thanks Sam.
Love ya.