Monday, February 21, 2005

It's a nice day here in Texas; in the seventies, and we have our windows open.

About an hour ago, I was in the office, and I heard a strange noise out front. The kids are out with Stephen, so I knew it couldn't be them (the usual source of strange noises). I look out the dining room window and see:




Yes, that is a rooster eating dog food.

And where are the dogs?






Watching him.

Guess I need to buy a different brand of dog food.

Mr. Teen Roo apparently went off to the back and had this chat with his buddies:

"Guess what I did?"
"What?"
"I went to the front."
"The FRONT!?" Young hens start to look him up and down appreciatively.
"And I ate the dogs' food!"
{{gasps}}
"They didn't chase you?"
"Nah, I'm too much rooster for them. They were too scared to bother me. Farmer lady looked out the window too, and she made a funny cackling noise, then there were lots of clicks, but she was too amazed by me to shoo me away."
"What's it like?"
"The front?"
"No, the dog food!"
"Aw, man, you should taste it... it's smoooooth."
"Come on let's do it!"
"No, you, do it!"
"Well, let's go TOGETHER!"

And so they did...

4 comments:

Rurality said...

It's a common occurance at our place too, only the dog definitely doesn't like it, and will chase the offending chicken or duck.

Unfortunately she now thinks that the meter reader is after her food too!

Anonymous said...

That is too funny!

Just discovered your blog and I totally love the great stories and your wonderful writing style! I'll be back! :) (And not just because I totally love chickens!!) :)

Patti said...

Good to know that my critters aren't the only ones who don't read the labels on the bags! ;-) I actually just read that Carla Emery feeds her chickens softened dry dog food with a few other supplements.

Abby said...

Love your blog, the pictures are absolutely wonderful! We farm out in Maryland, we havea dairy farm and process our own milk and bottle it, also doing home delivery...bascially anything to keep the farm afloat!