This morning was the worst. Morning. Ever. There I was minding my business crowing and scratching around with my hens when out of nowhere I was assaulted! By three assailants! I’ve heard my owners call these assailants Larry, Moe, and Curly but I choose to refer to them as mean, meaner, and meanest. They are the farmstead ducks. My feelings won’t be hurt in the least if they end up in the belly of Wiley coyote. I think my humans kind of wish they would end up there as well. I have seen them assaulting them too! I think me and the other roosters are going to have to form a coup to overthrow them. I’ll keep you posted...
Randy the Rooster
My human is so lucky to have me. I’m not sure she pays enough attention to things. So I crow 24 hours a day, just to be sure she’s alert. I like to wait until she’s got that little box up to her ear and then ‘cock a doodle doo!!!’ That really gets her attention, she looks right at me and makes a funny face. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some crowing to do.