There's Another New Sheriff in Town

Here comes Cogburn to get me on Wednesday.  I'm not kidding, he 

was attacking me every time I came out the door. 

I had an arsenal of weapons right at the door, metal and wood. 

On Wednesday afternoon, I waited til he was down in the goat yard (freshly cleaned out by Odin's Lawncare) with the hens, and I started to the henhouse across the yard to get some bird seed 

for the feeder. 

Before I realized it, he was striking me from behind.  I fought him off with my 

foot, Lilly actually ran, afraid. 

Finally, he got my foot, hard, with both spurs.  He hit me just 

behind the shin bone, on a nerve.  I hobbled to the henhouse, and got 

something I could hit him with if need be. 

I made it back to the house, and my foot exploded in the worst pain 

I have had since childbirth, I kid you not.  I could not have driven 

to the ER to save my life, I couldn't get up on it for more than a second. 

I elevated it and put ice on it, and on Thursday morning, I went to 

the ER.  After xrays, they decided nothing was broken, but 

the nerve was aggravated.  The nurse wrapped it for me (REALLY helped) and 

sent me home to rest it and ice it and elevate it, and I did do so. 

It really helped, too. 

By Friday, I was able to get up on it, still wrapped, and hobble around. 

So, the news is.... Cogburn is GONE. 

Mr. Guerrero, who is doing carpentry for me off and on, 

took him to some friends.  If that is a euphemism for eating him, 

so be it. 

Here's the part where you can laugh. 

I went out there hobbling on Friday, and HE GOT ME AGAIN. 

This time on the hand, and I was actually petrified of a rooster for the first time in my life. 

I've never had an agressive rooster like that, especially one that 

I had raised from a one day old chick. 

I have had MANY roosters, and 20 years ago, had two that I was 

worried about, but did not keep them long. 

So, surprise, surprise.  Here is his replacement, so far, nameless. 

He is gentle, and was the odd man out at his previous home, where he had to 

roost outside.  My friend Roxane brought him last night, and plopped him 

on the roost amongst his new ladies.  

The only reason you see this picture is that I called them over to see him this morning, 

they promptly left him at the henhouse and ran across the yard as they normally do, and he was wandering around calling them. 

You can see he is quite large.  I just hope he likes me. 

I brought home three hens this morning to add to the flock, as we 

dispersed the current flock at the Ag.  I am hoping I have a two month 

vacation before we start a new flock for this summer. 

Let me tell you, sometimes I go through heck to type this blog. 

Twinkle is getting a new friend this afternoon, her name is Autumn.  She was 

grievously mistreated by someone awful, and started out her young life 

in a terrible way.  She has been fostered by the wonderful Tammy Potts, (of Kitty Cat Connection) 

and is coming to me today.  I am hoping it takes some of the pressure 

off my hands and feet, which the hospital nurses were shocked with this week. (they are torn to shreds from Twink). 

Pictures to come.  She will be in the bathroom for a day or two, so everyone has a chance to smell her. 

Wow, am I glad Lilly didn't see this squirrel in the planter on the deck an 

hour ago. 

It had a nut buried in the planter and got it out... like THERE IS NO FOOD ON THE GROUND BEHIND HIM. 

You know, 50 feet from the porch where the entire neighborhood either eats ON or UNDER the feeder (laughing).  Actually, the two red squirrels do eat over there. 

I don't know how he managed, but Twinkle got a Christmas gift out of the 

closet and dragged it across the floor.  I suspect it is going to be Twinkle's from now on, but... we will see how he does with little Autumn. 

I am guessing there will be a lot of play going on. 

Sometimes I hear tapping at the door, no kidding. 

When I look out, there is a delegation there waiting for treats. 

It's usually a leghorn who is tapping, isn't that funny? 

My friend Diane calls them psychotic birds, and they are a little frisky if you 

try to get too close, but I have found them to be very comical and friendly. 

One of our recent sunsets.  

God has really blessed me this year.