Last week I told you how I was taking care of chickens for my friend who was out of town, remember? And remember how I told you that I was nervous that I would do something wrong and kill a chicken? I am so very happy to report that I started out with 50 chickens…and there are still…as far as I know…50 chickens.
And two roosters.
Two mean roosters.
Yeah, I’d forgotten to tell you that part. My friend Susan was walking me through all of the elements of chicken care: “Here’s the feed…here’s the hose for water…”
“Oh,” she says, “And if the roosters try to attack you, just whack them over the head with the feed bucket.”
If the what? The roosters might attack me? I’m supposed to what? With the feed bucket? Uh…oh…okay… That doesn’t make me scared or nervous at all. <cough>
Each day last week, the boys and I would go over to do chicken chores. The boys would gather the eggs while I would courageously feed and water the chickens.
Each day I would scope out where the roosters were and make sure I stayed out of their way. ‘Cause I really didn’t want to have to whack a rooster over the head. Not even a little bit.
So, everything went fine and I had no rooster attacks to tell you about.
Until Saturday. I made it all the way to Saturday.
I had kindly filled the water…thingy. I had sweetly filled the chicken feeder with feed. I even smiled (albeit nervously) at the roosters in appreciation for leaving me alone all week.
And then it happened.
Not one, but both roosters simultaneously charged at me…at the same time…together.
But don’t you worry. I bravely jumped into the air in shock and fear…and screamed something that sounded kind of like, “Aaahhhhhhh….aaahhhhhhh. Aaahh. Aah.” (‘Cause that will stop a rooster from charging.)
And I sorta swung my bucket and hit one of the roosters barely, which made him look at me like, “Seriously? Is that all you’ve got, lady?”
In which I answered, “Yeah, pretty much. B-bye.” And I hightailed it out of that chicken coop.
It is a GOOD thing I’d already given those chickens feed and water, because I still haven’t gotten my heart rate back to a normal pace….and there is NO WAY I was going back in there that day.
Anyway…I returned home unscathed…and I’m sure the roosters are now completely intimidated by my presence, what with my strong muscled bucket swinging and high pitched shouting.
Okay, now to the menu. (Which just might include Roasted Rooster on a platter…)
Sunday, July 20
Oatmeal, orange slices
Lamb chops, corn on the cob, grapes
Tuesday, July 22
Fried eggs on toast, bananas
Homemade macaroni and cheese, peas
Swiss steak, new potatoes, green beans (hopefully fresh from the garden!)
Wednesday, July 23
Chocolate swirl muffins, applesauce
Chicken tostadas, pineapple
Spaghetti, tossed salad, corn
Thursday, July 24
Scrambled eggs, fruit smoothies
Meat and cheese burritoes, pineapple-orange slushies
Pack snacks to take to Farmer’s Market
Friday, July 25
Turkey and cheese melts, carrot sticks, milk shakes
Biscuits and gravy, eggs, potatoes
I’m kidding of course..about roasting a rooster.
(I might make rooster soup instead.)
Check out more menu plans at Organizing Junkie!