A friend of Linda’s [the lady who runs the Habitat for Humanity Thrift Store in Kerrville] has agreed to take my flock of free-ranging chickens. As well as Kay’s smaller flock. He’s been taking care of Linda’s free-rangers when she isn’t home, lives adjacent to her, and Linda vouches for him being a responsible person.
So it’s one more bug on the windshield of this old life, thinks I.
Sometime today he should be coming out to pick them up. I’ve kept them caged so I’ll be able to catch them.
One small step for a man, one giant step for mankind, I figures.
I’ll miss them, but you can’t take them with you, as the saying goes. Once the Great Speckled Bird joined the Great Rooster Fight In The Sky things haven’t been the same around here anyway. A lot of the joy that came with having the flock around went away, and the hens quit behaving themselves without him to keep them in line.
11:00 am addendum: The birds are history, except for the silky rooster commie pictured above. He got loose and I’ll never catch him today. But a silky of his stature oughtn’t be too difficult to find a home for. Everyone wants a chicken with his kind of class, thinks I.