Good morning! Didn't I say yesterday that I thought the snow was the last of our winter weather? Then what's all that white stuff outside? So, today I'm thinking that this is the last of our winter weather. The white kind, anyway.
The pretty boy in the picture above is Shorty. I might add that he is named after a character in a book and not for his size. Shorty is the last of our poultry. He was given to us last spring, along with six of his siblings--all sisters we were told. Two of the girls ran away and four were killed by a black snake--I hope I can find that snake this year. (I will not go into any details as to how we know it was a snake that killed them--too yucky). We did have four other roosters at the time. I know what you're thinking-- what's wrong with these people. Four roosters? In our defense, we have coyotes and hunting dogs that regularly kill out our poultry population, so we are happy to have whatever there is out there to eat the ticks. Here on Tick Haven Farm--actually, that's not what we call the farm, but the ticks probably do, the chickens are our only defense against the little blood-sucking devils.
As for the other four roosters, Casanova, Don Juan, George and Romeo, a group of very elderly roosters--they were killed ruthlessly by a hunting dog that knew easy pickings when he saw them. And now, poor little Shorty is all alone.
These pictures were taken at the lonely fellow's favorite hangout--under the bird feeders. If he can just hang on for another couple of months he will have the type of company that he longs for--a whole flock,we hope, of pretty girls to keep him company . Until then, the companionship of two barn cats will have to do.
Everybody have a great day.