March 19, 2011
Dirt - Dust - And a Lotta Crash 'n Burn
Yard décor ? Umm… No.
Tom Jones seems to be settling in just fine as “ Master Roo “ around here. Apparently - he became bored with The Girls and decided to follow the pups up to where we were working in the garden.
He has now become BFF with Dwayne’s workshop. It provides all the dirt baths Tom can muster.
We’ve been busy this round of days off. We had the trip into town to deal with grocery shopping and other errands. Cleaned The Girls’ coop and the spot in the basement we now call “ Tom Jones’ Apartment. “ ( He’s using the chick brooder until we can get him set up properly in the barn. ) Made that trip to the Monterey Mushroom Plant here in Loudon on Thursday.
Came time to put the birds up for the night - last evening. Beyond changing water - the Girls were set. We were expected to have temps in the 50’s - so I just left their little door open all night long.
Attempted to put Tom Jones to bed in his little ’ apartment ’ before heading upstairs. We have a routine. Dwayne takes Tom inside - I bring his food and water when I finish up with the Girls.
By the time I got inside - Dwayne had already gone upstairs. I found my Rooster standing on top of our 3-drawer file cabinet.
The smear in the dust on the top of it told me his attempt to get up there didn’t go very well. Let’s just say - if he ever pisses me off enough - he’d make a great duster!
We set up a secure rod across the brooder for him to roost after getting him down from the top of the file cabinet.
But - this next adventure kinda backfired.
I went down to collect Mr. Tom Jones - as I do whenever weather permits - and take him out to the Chicken tractor. ( He stays there until all The Girls have pretty-much finished laying their eggs for the day. )
But when I got down there - Tom had attempted moving to - yet - another spot on the shelf unit - overnight - in the dark - and - got stuck.
I had to stuff him back under the shelf and pull things out from under him. Let’s just say it didn’t go well.
He ended up sliding out - landing on a coffee can and flipping it over.
Reminded me of those loggers that compete on the rolling logs in the water.
He crashed and burned!
That’s what he gets for those two times he bit me on my leg and hand.
I’m not crying - trust me.
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