My apartment community is now a safe house for poultry.
I took the baby granddaughter to see the little red hens (LRHs) still rangy from molting as well as the foundlings left in the pool area. (See previous post.) If they don’t get those feathers going, they’re going to freeze their little patooties off when the weather gets cold. Of course it gets patooty-freezing cold about seventeen days a year here so the odds are in their favor.
Imagine my delighted surprise when I see not just two new little red hens but a rooster with a three foot green cord around his leg. I nearly fell over from the shock.
The rooster is an illegal alien/undocumented worker, and you know how well that plays in Texas. He is in this tenuous position because he doesn’t have his green card, just a green cord. I don’t think that will pass muster with the INS. To keep him under the radar, he was placed here until all his paperwork goes through.
That being said, he couldn’t care less about the INS. He's just walking around thinking what a stud piece of poultry he is while being absolutely ignored by the LRHs. Nonplussed he continued to try the same old ploy apparently not having enough memory in his tiny rooster brain to remember it didn't work mere moments before.
What no one bothered to tell him was the four LRHs sport genes that render them sterile. Why bother yourself with a rooster when no chickies are in your future? Plus, there is the matter of the green cord. Most hens are not into bondage, sterile or not.
Bless his heart. There he was doing his man-thing while being ignored by the women. Sadly, he had been bested by a grub.
Life is hard.
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