We are one of two people we know that lives next door to a chicken coop, the other ones being the other neighbors that live on the other side of the chicken coop. It just doesn't seem possible in these fast-jet-setting-days. The world continues to spin while we try as hard as we can to slow things down and enjoy things a bit. It was a promise we made to our little girl.
Mom and baby walk down the hill, spot the dandelions and come across some budding tulips. A few more steps further, we see fully bloomed tulips that bathe in all of the sun's glory. They are the lucky ones or are they?
There it is.
He is so beautiful.
This rooster lets us get close to him and his flock of ladyfriends which surprises me more than our two year old. Apparently, the rooster is not a "One Woman Kind of Guy!"
I continue to like him anyway.
He fans his one wing up in the air and guides his flock to a nearby bush. In a matter of seconds, he fans his other wing and shuffles the feathers of his body. He looks three times the size he was when we first met up with him. Ooooh, I've read about this, he is getting all too territorial now.
Note to self:
Oh my, am I going to have to pull one of my moves on him? Show him my ankles while pushing little girl out of harm's way?[Make sure daughter is within arms reach!]
Second note to self:
[Grab cell phone --- make sure it is on!]
My daughter and I watch him as he returns to normal size. He looks behind at us and then back to the ladies. He picks up some sort of feed off the ground and chucks it to the nearest bird. I see. It is meal time.
We back away and let them eat.
But yet, we still can't take our eyes away.
We back away and let them eat.
But yet, we still can't take our eyes away.