Roosty the Rooster

Roosty the Rooster
Add to Favorites Reading Time: 4 minutes By Mark M. Hall On our mini-farm, we place a high value on our layers. For many years, we have enjoyed an efficient production of fresh, tasty eggs. However, this vast appreciation was not always extended to the occasional rooster. In fact, I consistently avoided roosters for a long period of time. There never was, nor would there ever be, a need for them … or so I thought.  My general lack of appreciation for roosters began when I was a child. Generally, my dad only kept a few hens on the farm, but one summer, several disorderly Leghorn roosters were brought into the mix. Like an angry mob, they charged me daily as I collected the eggs. I was quite certain that the majority of their spare time was spent sharpening their spurs. Meetings were likely held each morning, just before feeding time, to brainstorm new sinister ways to attack me. Eventually, I learned to carry a big stick, which I never needed to swing. They clearly did not like the look of it and begrudgingly avoided me ever after. Still, I was relieved when Dad finally sent them

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