I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I'm The New Betty
This bantam rooster likes me.
No, I mean he "likes me" likes me.
He runs to me when he sees me
and follows me where ever I go.
He keeps freaking me out.
I'll hear something walking through the dry grass
behind me and turn to look and see it is him.
Now, many a rooster has lost his head
from coming after me,
but this rooster is different.
He isn't out to get me,
he is out to impress me.
He is constantly trying to show me
some imaginary food he has found.
He thinks I am a hen : )
In fact he is quite insulted when I toss him some food.
He lost his Bad Betty
because she lured him into the goat pen to live with her
rather than stay with him in the trees,
which was the original deal.
So, she got her wings clipped and put back with the hens.