yah, well for the past week i was bitching about what frat kid in the neighborhood thought it would be funny to get a rooster. then i realized this rooster is a stray and has been roosting in my yard the whole time.
I used to have a rooster named Rusty. He would jump up and eat horse food out of my hands. He started dating the hens next door but always came home before dark. One day he didn't come home. I would hear him crow every morning from next door and think, "those sluts took my Rusty away from me."
please come see my new pet when you get back from honduras. we can feed him corn kernels together and if i'm lucky i can steal a smooch from you. funny enough, the rooster has no sense of the appropriate crowing times, they're totally random.
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Sweet.
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funny enough, the rooster has no sense of the appropriate crowing times, they're totally random.
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