Sunday, April 20, 2008

Howling at the Moon...

Well, yesterday was a wonderful day here! The weather was really nice - the rain that has been here since Tuesday night finally left and the temps were close to 70°. Even the wind had died down.
The goats were enjoying themselves out lounging in the pasture. Even the cats enjoyed the sunshine by sprawling out and taking a nap on the pickup.

The chickens found several spots to take advantage of the nice warm day. Most of them piled up together INSIDE the barn. They aren't the sharpest tack in the box.....

We even let the dogs out to follow us around for awhile. It's odd. They don't really like to go out their door into the back yard, but they'll KILL to be let out the front door. It could be 20° - too cold to be out back, but just fine to go out front...

The low temperature last night was supposed to be 46°, so we decided to leave the windows open.

We have 4 adult roosters;
Greg (as in Gregory PECK....) is the King of the Hill. He's not the oldest, nor is he the biggest, but he's the MEANEST (to the other roos...)

Russel (Russell CROW). He's the "funny boy" who is always trying to see just what he can get away with. He's the smallest and the youngest.

Stew ('cause that's what he's gonna be....) is the biggest, but he doesn't join in on any of the games the others play. He's laid back, and usually uses his size to get what he wants. He LETS Greg think he's the boss.

Then we have Mr. "no name" I just call him Pincushion, because that's how Greg and Russel treat him. He is the oldest (and also the fastest runner....). He's gonna be cooked before too long...

These guys are an odd bunch. They all have DISTINCTIVE crows. Greg sounds like a normal rooster. Russel has a high pitched "DER TA DER DERT". Stew has a French accent - he rolls his "R's" and has a deep voice...

The Pincushion has a somewhat normal crow, but it is higher pitched the Greg's. The poor guy can stand out in the open and yell at the top of his lungs for a hour - and the others just ignore him. I think he's developing a complex...

This morning - at 3:00 am - we could hear Russel start in. He crowed several times before Stew chimed in.

I'm not REAL good on my Chicken (let alone chicken spoken with a French accent....), but I SWEAR Stew told him - in no uncertain terms -

"SHUT UP you stupid IDIOT! It's the MOON"

All was at peace in the chicken house once again....

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