There's nothing more evocative of country living than a rooster. Audrey bought ours from a homeschool band friend for a whopping $3 and he was a teenager when we brought him home. In fact, he looked liked a skinny hen....not a rooster. But in the couple of months since we've had him, we've seen him grow into the stately farm fowl he was born to be.It took some of us a while to get used to the crowing, once he finally started. Rick used to wake up at 4 a.m. with the rooster, but now he's used to it. Rooster crows all....day....long.
Rooster and some of his girlfriends like to fly the coop. Literally. They fly up to the top of the pasture gate and hop on over to forage for bugs all around our house. We can tell where they are because Rooster crows all.....day....long. Here they are in the soon-to-be-potager off the back porch. You can see the pasture in the background.
I fed them some pancakes so I could get some closer pictures of them. And yes, that is my rubber-ducky-pajama-pants/bedroom-shoe-wearing leg in the picture.
In case you're wondering what that brown furry object is to the right of Rooster, it's a chew toy of Lucky's. It used to be a rabbit toy, but it no longer has a head so I don't think that counts as a rabbit anymore. I don't know.
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