I am sorry to report the (cough, cough) untimely demise of our old rooster, Barney, due to being just a little too mean to someone. May he rest in peace.
Now to the fun part. Last night - the awful night that Barney. . . well. . . expired- my dad brought up a new rooster and a hen from Utah.
I'm proud to present Orville, the new king of the roost.
He and his little lady are not quite adjusted yet- they think it is WAY too cold, but I think they'll do well.
And here is the little lady. Introducing Brunhilda, the lovely. You wouldn't believe the difference in size between her and Orville.
Hope this one stays nice and doesn't have to accidentally give up the ghost either. . .
2 comments:
Naturally Orville will not become a bitter mean rooster. You must look at his origins after all.
can't believe you KILLED a chicken!!!
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