It’s no secret. I love having a proud old rooster strutting around our place.
I love his ancient code of chivalry; the way he’ll lay down his life for his hens, fighting against insurmountable odds; the way he’ll scratch up a fat earthworm and then call: “chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck” — until all of the ladies have had a chance at it. Heck, I don’t even mind his incessant crowing…
(Oh, who am I kidding? I LOVE the crowing! I haven’t had to wake up to an alarm clock in years!)
Plain and simple, I love roosters. Especially our rooster, Quiquiriquí — “Ricky,” for short.
Our little homestead just wouldn’t be the same without him. Continue reading “Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye…”