wroughtn_harv
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I'm sitting here at this puter instead of being down at the shop over a little hen peck.
You see I've got thirteen chickens down at the shop. And three goats. Seven are roosters and six are hens, not a good combination but I've done butchered twenty two and that's it for awhile.
One of the roosters, Scrapper, acts more like a pet dog about half the time than he does a rooster. When I shut the place up to walk up to the house for lunch he'll run along the fence crowing and carrying on like I don't love him anymore. He'll follow me around the place. And he's like a bad kid when I have company. He'll interupt and demand attention just like a bad kid will do sometimes.
Yesterday an old boy came up in a Suburban with a boat trailer behind. He'd had a bracket break loose and he needed it fixed. I normally don't do walk ins. But this old boy had a kid with him and the boat was in the water with the wife and other kids and there was no way he was gonna get the boat reloaded without some welding done.
So I had him back it in.
Him and the kid got up under the shed while I was setting up. Of course Scrapper and company made a big tadoo which impressed the kid something fierce. So I took a break and showed the kid how to feed them some cheerios I keep for treats and went back to doing my thing on their thing.
A couple of minutes later the old boy came up with this gawdawful look on his face and Red on his shoulder. Well her name used to be Red. When I saw her on his shoulder I decided her name was from now on "Hussey". Afterall that was something we did, me and her. When I was giving treats she'd jump up on my shoulder and act like a six pound parakeet. Pulling at my beard so I'd give her a treat without her having to fight the others for it.
After we were done I called Scrapper over and showed the kid how to rub his beard and top knot. He likes that. The kid did too. He told me it felt funny. Afterwards I explained to Scrapper that the kid didn't mean funny peculiar but funny ha ha.
I'd walked into the shop to change the amperage on the welder. As I came back out I grabbed a handfull of minature marshmellows. Chickens love them more than the Colonel loved the chickens. As I was tossing them out I felt Hussey run up my back. I turned to look at her just as she hit my shoulder. I guess the reflection off my eye looked like a bug or a hazel blue green brown marshmellow. She pecked me dead in the eye.
It's just a scratch but jeez it does smart. I worked for a couple of hours more but it finally got worse and worse with the sweat. So I tucked the tail firmly between the legs and came on up to the house.
I guess I coulda had on safety glasses, but I didn't. I shouldn't have allowed her to be such a pet, but I did.
But this one thing you can take to the bank. If you meet me in person and as we're talking the right eye starts blinking.
I'm not flirting, just henpecked.
I'm sitting here at this puter instead of being down at the shop over a little hen peck.
You see I've got thirteen chickens down at the shop. And three goats. Seven are roosters and six are hens, not a good combination but I've done butchered twenty two and that's it for awhile.
One of the roosters, Scrapper, acts more like a pet dog about half the time than he does a rooster. When I shut the place up to walk up to the house for lunch he'll run along the fence crowing and carrying on like I don't love him anymore. He'll follow me around the place. And he's like a bad kid when I have company. He'll interupt and demand attention just like a bad kid will do sometimes.
Yesterday an old boy came up in a Suburban with a boat trailer behind. He'd had a bracket break loose and he needed it fixed. I normally don't do walk ins. But this old boy had a kid with him and the boat was in the water with the wife and other kids and there was no way he was gonna get the boat reloaded without some welding done.
So I had him back it in.
Him and the kid got up under the shed while I was setting up. Of course Scrapper and company made a big tadoo which impressed the kid something fierce. So I took a break and showed the kid how to feed them some cheerios I keep for treats and went back to doing my thing on their thing.
A couple of minutes later the old boy came up with this gawdawful look on his face and Red on his shoulder. Well her name used to be Red. When I saw her on his shoulder I decided her name was from now on "Hussey". Afterall that was something we did, me and her. When I was giving treats she'd jump up on my shoulder and act like a six pound parakeet. Pulling at my beard so I'd give her a treat without her having to fight the others for it.
After we were done I called Scrapper over and showed the kid how to rub his beard and top knot. He likes that. The kid did too. He told me it felt funny. Afterwards I explained to Scrapper that the kid didn't mean funny peculiar but funny ha ha.
I'd walked into the shop to change the amperage on the welder. As I came back out I grabbed a handfull of minature marshmellows. Chickens love them more than the Colonel loved the chickens. As I was tossing them out I felt Hussey run up my back. I turned to look at her just as she hit my shoulder. I guess the reflection off my eye looked like a bug or a hazel blue green brown marshmellow. She pecked me dead in the eye.
It's just a scratch but jeez it does smart. I worked for a couple of hours more but it finally got worse and worse with the sweat. So I tucked the tail firmly between the legs and came on up to the house.
I guess I coulda had on safety glasses, but I didn't. I shouldn't have allowed her to be such a pet, but I did.
But this one thing you can take to the bank. If you meet me in person and as we're talking the right eye starts blinking.
I'm not flirting, just henpecked.
