The man just down the road from where we used to live had three chickens that he kept in a little wooden run and wire fencing at the side of his house but through the day, they were free to wander as and where they wished and keep in mind, we lived in a small fishing village, no-one there had yards that were fenced in. So, sometimes the chickens were not in his own yard.
Around 5 am one morning I was awoken to a loud cock-a-MUFFLED-do…It can’t quite seem to get the doodle sound out and so it missed that part of its morning call…..Oddest sounding rooster I ever heard. It didn’t just do it first thing in the morning either, it cocked-it’s-muffled-doodle at all hours of the day… and this was not a one time effort, it happened repeatedly, maybe ten times over. I’d guessed it was young and practicing.
Chloe told me the guy who has the chickens now has a rooster…..Ohhh Really! No doubt in my mind who is to blame for my new even earlier than early, morning alarm calls.
As I had to learn, most kids think they know it all. At 12, Chloe knew everything there was to know about anything. (At 16, still does)
If I told her once, I’d tell her a dozen times, never ever put your face into an animal’s face, not unless you know them and know their nature…unless of course it’s our dog Timmy or, her hamster.
But cocky as ever, full of wisdom that she had yet to earn, she didn’t believe me, thought I was talking nonsense.
I was in the back yard one day raking up grass into piles after it had been cut. Chloe is off school, sees the chickens are out roaming free and before I can say anything, she runs off down the road with Timmy off his line, closely following her.
I’m guessing Tim sees the chickens and (being a typical Terrier) chases them instead.
Then I hear him barking and Chloe screaming. Such a high pitched scream, as if she was being murdered.
I look up to see her running like a bat out of hell, all arms and legs flyyyyyying and flailing as fast as her 12 year old legs would let her go and, fear etched all over her face, as she runs around the back of the house to where I am. Screaming again: “Help me…. help me Bren.”
Somehow or other, she’d gotten the rooster angry and….. He was so mightily miffed at her, he was chasing hard after her. He was hot on her heels all the way back to our house and, he wasn’t about to quit his chase either. Because he was all stretched out in his chase, he looked so tall and so big!
Chloe hides behind me, Timmy is trying to defend us both, all eight pounds of him. The rooster is still after Chloe….I had the rake in my hand and just held it out to break it’s focused concentration on getting Chloe. I moved the rake towards it and told it to “Shoo” a few times and, along with it keep squawking/swearing, it then began jumping high into the air…..swore some more… fluttered it’s wings…. and then thankfully, it waddled off back to its own yard.
I can’t tell you how funny it was seeing her come around the side of the house with this large white rooster hard on her heels squawking and swearing at her….. For laughter value…it was Priceless.
I asked her what she’d done to make him so angry, had she teased it or the chickens?… She said: “Nothing”…. Knowing Chloe, I found that hard to believe, but the rooster may well have been protecting his Harem.
Anyway after that episode she said, she’d never go near any live chickens or roosters ever again…. LOLOL
Ahhhhh those life lessons….. some can even be funny.