Ok, it's Wednesday, 11:15 am and I hear this rooster. We don't have chickens but our new neighbors do. Guess who likes our place better? We've had chickens in the past, but steppin in poop is no fun, plus when you have to clean it off cement and patio furniture it's a real drag. So how do you tell your neighbors to get their poopin chickens back in their own yard...pfft. My poor old Dad has asked them and they did come once to chase them back, yes, chase... because these are wild chickens. They are ugly, too. See....
As I walked out in the back amongst all the trees to find where the noise was coming from, low and behold, no rooster. A rattle in the trees startled me and when I looked up here's this rooster 20 feet up in the tree. Of course, me as always, the rowdy one, picks up rocks and old walnuts to coax this rooster out and back home. No dice. This bird was staying and as defeated as I was I trotted back home. Next time it's the good ole sling shot!
On the brighter side, I've got flowers in February!!! My faithful old Geraniums that grow like hair on a dogs back have started blooming. Each year I take cuttings to Idaho only to have them die from the frost. Even taking them in the garage and shed has proven fatal, just too dang cold. When I take them inside hubby kills them with a lack of or too much watering (when I'm not up there). Can't win for losing sometimes.
