The Rest of the Story...Goodbye Mr. Roo, Hello Babies!
It's a boy! It's a girl! It's a....well it's our new baby chicks and we don't know for sure what they are right now, except cute little fluffballs, the last link to our infamous Mr. Roo.
Mr. Roo started off as a cute little fluffball himself a few years ago, but became known for trapping people in our garden, chasing innocent helpers who were just trying to feed him and his girls and repeated tempted ambushes which were successfully, thankfully thwarted by our loyal protector and his greatest foe, our Aussie/Pyrenees dog Margeaux.
But enough is enough and one lovely summer evening just a couple of weeks ago, as I was finishing washing up our dinner dishes, I looked up in surprise as my husband stormed through the door and announced, "I killed the rooster!"
That rooster was pretty mean and getting meaner it seemed, so much so that we had not even let our girls out in the yard to free range because along comes the rooster....no peace.
Now it is quiet. No more early morning crows. No more cocky announcements of " Here's the food girls!" throughout the day. The energy on our farm is calmer now. I was sad at the loss of our Mr. Roo. He was a very beautiful boy, a tough boy, just doing his job too well. But, I am thankful for the peace returned. I am thankful for the bravery and the heart of my husband who was able to take care of a difficult situation.
We have three new chicks brooding in our basement. We are hoping one of them is a rooster. We will make sure to love them thoroughly and handle them gently, often. We hope to have some cuddly chickens, and maybe even a loveable new rooster that can fill the shoes of his father, yet be a better leader of his girls, strength through peace.
This is my tribute to our snarky, feisty, beloved, behated rooster, the Boss Chicken as he was affectionately called by some; to me he was always, Mr. Roo.
Peace,
Ronda
Tribute to a Rooster
But enough is enough and one lovely summer evening just a couple of weeks ago, as I was finishing washing up our dinner dishes, I looked up in surprise as my husband stormed through the door and announced, "I killed the rooster!"
That rooster was pretty mean and getting meaner it seemed, so much so that we had not even let our girls out in the yard to free range because along comes the rooster....no peace.
Now it is quiet. No more early morning crows. No more cocky announcements of " Here's the food girls!" throughout the day. The energy on our farm is calmer now. I was sad at the loss of our Mr. Roo. He was a very beautiful boy, a tough boy, just doing his job too well. But, I am thankful for the peace returned. I am thankful for the bravery and the heart of my husband who was able to take care of a difficult situation.
We have three new chicks brooding in our basement. We are hoping one of them is a rooster. We will make sure to love them thoroughly and handle them gently, often. We hope to have some cuddly chickens, and maybe even a loveable new rooster that can fill the shoes of his father, yet be a better leader of his girls, strength through peace.
This is my tribute to our snarky, feisty, beloved, behated rooster, the Boss Chicken as he was affectionately called by some; to me he was always, Mr. Roo.
Peace,
Ronda
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