April 15, 2010
3:00 am • Filed under: Home Life
(Hey let’s keep the animal theme on the blog going this week!)
This is my rooster. His name is, ahem, Black Spider-man. Clearly, my five year old son named him.
He is a macho ass. He struts around like he owns the joint. If my children run, he chases them. And spurs them! They cry – I whack him with a dried out palm frond. He doesn’t chase me. That might have something to do with the fact that I feed him.
I like him – I like how macho he is though I don’t like it when he chases the kids. I like it when he crows. Chickens and roosters make me think of my childhood and my grandma. She loves chickens – she used to have a bunch of roosters named after presidents. If I need advice, I call her. She’s my chicken whisperer.
We’re overflowing with eggs though. Good thing the majority in my house likes them…
Fedora says:
How neat, Karen! No farm animals here
And alas, no fresh eggs!
Kristen Painter says:
Wow, that is one pretty rooster! I bet he gets all the ladies.