Oh yes, people, I no longer have to arm myself with a shovel to go into my little chicken coop. Above is a picture of Bruce when he was a bit younger and slightly less of a jerk. My three, poor, sweet little hens can now begin the process of regrowing their feathers. I no longer have to hear crowing at 6:00 a.m. (or earlier). Life is good. As I watched this guy from a nearby community walking across my back lawn with both roosters in his arms (how the hell did he do that????) I was imagining the na na na na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye song...
Plans are now in place to call up a hatchery and arrange to pick up some "ready to lay" pullets. I'm wanting Barred Plymouth Rocks and Columbian Rocks. They are both pretty kinds of chickens and known for their nice temperament. After putting up with Bruce the bully, I'm ready for nice hens.
On a different note, I am looking out at SNOW again this morning. Dear god, will it never end? The wind was blowing like crazy last night, still is in fact, and I am well and truly ready for the real Spring. I always feel sorry for the crocus and tulips that are starting to come up and get blasted by snow.
I think the battery in my smoke detector is dying because every few minutes, it blasts a few blasts and then stops. It is in an out of the way spot in the kitchen ceiling, so I am putting up with it until husband gets up this morning and climbs on a ladder to replace the battery. It is scaring the cat, however.