…and landed, and given up. Defeated. By a stupid chicken. Last week Kim was sitting at her desk working and looking out at the yard, when she saw a Bald Eagle swoop down on something, happens that it was one of our roosters who had gotten out. Well you’d think that was it for the rooster, but no, It got away minus a bunch of feathers. It ran a bit and the eagle caught him again, well you’d think THAT was the end of the rooster. Nope. It got away again, this time escaping into the coop. We’ve concluded that the eagle was old or retarded or something. Now the rooster was doing fine, clearly pissed off that all of his feathers were gone, but seemingly good.
This morning I found him dead. He fought the good fight, he survived through an attack by our country’s national symbol, even if it was a old, retarded Bush,–I mean bird.
talk to you soon