Why did the chicken cross the road?

I have about 45 minutes before I have to take off out of here for a board meeting at Eureka Kids. I thought I would stop in here for just a moment or two and blow smoke up everyone's butt with my ramblings. Aren't you lucky?

I wanted to talk a moment about this stupid rooster that (at the moment) we have. There was this incredibly high wind that came along the other night and blew down one wall of my make shift chicken coop. Amazingly only a small handful of the chickens decided to make a break for it. We managed to recapture everyone of them except for the rooster. He has eluded capture for 3 days now. How he is alive still, I do not know.

We have a large selection of preditors that like to shop in our neighborhood for fresh meat. Chicken meat is considered a delicacy to them. I am waiting with bated breath for the squawk that ends it all for Angel (K named him, not me).  It's interesting that he will hang out near the coop (I am sure he's wishing he could get back in there with the hens) but he runs off in the woods when we try to hurd him back in the coop.  

I can see him right now even as we speak, pecking away at some unseen insect on the ground, acting as if he hasn't a care in the world. He can survive the cats and racoons, even the possums around here, but it will only be a matter of time before a bobcat or the coyotes come and get him.

On a happy note, we finally have a new washing machine. I think I am personally going to take the old washing machine and shove it up Sears' ass. It's almost a foreign feeling to be able to do laundry at our leisure. I am washing throw rugs right now. It's feels strange to know that I can have a clean rug any old time I want now.

Angel just crowed a moment ago. He sounds lonely. Not at all as cocky as he does when he is in his little kingdom, sitting on his throne as king of the roost. If he would just go in the coop when we open the door, life would be good all around.

Sue is coming home with some more Rhode Island Reds and a few other chicks in a little while. These are unsexed chicks. For all we know they are all males. Really, you only need one rooster in a hen house. There could be complications if they are all males, if you know what I mean.

Btw, Angel looks like the rooster on the Kellogs Corn Flakes box. He is one hell of a big ass rooster. Probably around 4 pounds. He is a handsome devil as roosters go. He's just really stupid.

Oh well. It's his life. If he wants to throw it away being the gormet supper to a pack of coyotes who am I to say different?  I am sure as hell not willing to get pecked to death trying to save his life.

Sue just called. The board meeting was called off. Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy. I surely wasn't in the mood to get all dressed back up and go induct new boards members tonight anyway.  Catching Angel sounds like more fun, hell a root canal sounds like more fun.

Ciao!