Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A few weeks ago my husband Tom decided to let the chickens free-range. After all, if we were turning the Guinea fowl loose, it only seemed right to allow the chickens to forage for weed seeds and bugs as well.
Unfortunately, our rooster has decided he's king of all he surveys -- which he will prove by coming after us, wings spread and beak agape. I tried a few gentle kicks in the wishbone, but the stupid thing didn't get the idea. One day I happened to have a bucket of water on hand, and being soaked discouraged him for a few days.
Still, last week I was outside, unarmed, checking on the Guineas' water when he went on the attack again. I kicked, backed up, kicked again, all the while calling for Tom. When Tom arrived, he was armed with half a bucket of water which he used to soak the rooster, then proceeded to whack him a couple of times for good measure. Rooster has developed a great respect for blue buckets, and a somewhat lesser respect for Tom.
This afternoon, I was out emptying some trash tires from the bed of the truck to carry them over to where we're putting in our root cellar, when Rooster decided I was fair game. I grabbed a hefty piece of tree branch from the driveway and proceeded to give him a lick upside the head. He started after me again, then decided retreat was called for. As I carried the tires over one by one, he kept looking at me as if to say, "See, I'm minding my own business, so don't start any trouble."
A neighbor is giving a class on killing and processing chickens next month. Anybody know a good rooster and dumplings recipe?