Ever wrangle a rooster?
Y'all know Roo, the rooster who adopted me.
I feed him, I water him,
and I made a simple shelter for him.
He eats, he drinks,
but he will not use his shelter.
He prefers to roost in our tree.
That's all fine and dandy until now. The weather is getting extremely cold.
The schools are announcing delays for tomorrow morning due to the cold.
And as I looked outside, I could see the wind rustling Roo's feathers and thought there was no way I could allow him to stay there through the night.
I told hubby we were going to get Roo.
And what's your plan?...hubby asks.
As I started explaining how we'd do it, I got a case of the giggles then became hysterical at the thought of the two of us trying to catch a rooster.
Hubby says...laugh now cause I'm sure you'll be cussing before this is all over.
The plan was to capture Roo, get him in the dog crate, and put him in the garage for the night...whether he liked it or not.
Dog crate is ready. Hubby has a rake. I have a blanket.
We made our way out to the tree with Roo watching.
Roo likes me, but this is different. And he knows it. And he wants no part of it.
He went flying off. I knew the faster we worked, the better.
After playing ring around the garden a few times, we were able to direct him towards the house.
He was running towards the crate. It's now or never.
We cornered him, he panicked, and ran right into the crate.
All done in just a few minutes.
He's in the garage now, out of the cold.
I checked on him and he's all settled in the straw bed we made for him.
All is good for now. And I did not cuss! Not even once.