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Some time ago our son came in here, and walked over to the kitchen windows. "A rooster is in the back yard." Yep the neighbor that lives down the road, his big old, and I mean old and big, rooster was having a feast eating the bird seed thrown out on the ground.
I can remember when I was little, daddy raised chickens to sell hatching eggs to the hatchery. I would go to the barn and a rooster would be after me. Dad would throw what he had in his hands. Those roosters had long talons and they could really hurt if they jumped you.
I can remember mom fussing about how many rooster she was having to cook. He changed over to just selling the eggs that didn't have to be fertile. I can remember getting chased by roosters and being so scared that by the time I got to the door my fingers were like wood, I had a hard time getting the door open.
So seeing that rooster in the back yard was to close for me, even through it was through a window. Later on when I saw my son go out back I saw how the rooster would run. I got up enough courage banging on something and chasing him out of the yard. Me, chasing a rooster. Well, I am here to tell you I had goosebumps the whole time.
I guess he finally died for I haven't seen him in months. It sure brought up a lot of moments of running for my life, scared out of my wits.
"The Rambling Rose"
I can remember when I was little, daddy raised chickens to sell hatching eggs to the hatchery. I would go to the barn and a rooster would be after me. Dad would throw what he had in his hands. Those roosters had long talons and they could really hurt if they jumped you.
I can remember mom fussing about how many rooster she was having to cook. He changed over to just selling the eggs that didn't have to be fertile. I can remember getting chased by roosters and being so scared that by the time I got to the door my fingers were like wood, I had a hard time getting the door open.
So seeing that rooster in the back yard was to close for me, even through it was through a window. Later on when I saw my son go out back I saw how the rooster would run. I got up enough courage banging on something and chasing him out of the yard. Me, chasing a rooster. Well, I am here to tell you I had goosebumps the whole time.
I guess he finally died for I haven't seen him in months. It sure brought up a lot of moments of running for my life, scared out of my wits.
"The Rambling Rose"
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