I have to say, my rooster Sir Jaffar, was not a pet actually. We had a certain respect for each other and we were very aware of each other’s needs. He trusted me with his life and was always respondent to me.
I have five beautiful Barred Plymouth Rock hens. Rocks are easy going birds with individual personalities.
I do my utmost not to take them for granite!
Dakota was being naughty. She’d jump up on the truck, over my fence and over to the yard where I don’t want them to be. I cannot protect them from that area.
And she would wait at the gate for me to let her back in the safe zone. :he
Be careful people. Use eye protection when handling your little ones. Two of mine jumped up on my shoulder together, and one pecked my eye hard. My eyesight cost $3k per eye for cataract surgery. My fault for dropping my guard for only seconds!
Don’t tease about little Aero. She’s a sweetheart. She’ll keep her feet on the ground right after landing!
My hanger guy loved her picture and her name!
What do you suggest that I should do, if not use my financial resources to stop the offending neighbors? Bring out my shotgun? I’m not a bully nor have I ever been one. And being put in the category, offends me.
By now, Marie might be thinking that I’m arrogant and unfair, putting a family on the street. To protect myself and my pets, I had to remove the trash from the neighborhood. I might even be narcissistic as well, but I have to do what I have to. Extermination of the community cockroaches 🪳.
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Screw u. Maybe one of you can come over and feed the little devil darlings I have, while I continue on with my life, and not be so featherly handicapped!