The Day the Rooster Died

I saw some chickens and roosters today in an old chicken yard on the way to get my boys. Took me back to the day.....


We raised chickens when I was a kid. (Fresh brown eggs are so much better!)They had a nice little chicken house, complete with a chicken yard, out close to the garden. It would have been "chicken heaven" for any 'ole chicken or rooster. Of course, just like people, they get greedy.


There was this one banty rooster, black and white. He was a "haus" and that was his yard when he was out. All the other roosters knew it too, so they stayed far away from him. (The picture in this post is as close as it gets to what he actually looked like.)



My mama went to feed the chickens. On this day, Banty wasn't in such a good mood. When my mother went to walk away, he got the bright idea that he would spur her. Oh, he tried, but didn't actually do it. She got out of the chicken yard before he could. Mama went and got Daddy, which promptly went to the yard.



He found a rake. Need I say more? Banty never ruled the roost again. Heck, he never ruled anything again. Our maid, Ida B., enjoyed a delicious rooster meal that night for supper. Not that roosters remember, but none of the others ever tried to spur my mama after that infamous day the rooster died.



I'll talk about the pigs later ~