Rooster, not King

This is the He-Man himself! Not the chick on Ryland's hand in my last blog entry. He has attacked me, Ryland and Bill. JK has escaped - so far. He's not a bad bird and not stupid. He's just programed to be an ***#@#**. He can't help himself. We use a Christmas tree holder as a shield when we go out - or at least I do. He keeps his eye on me the whole time. It's quite un-nerviing

The new batch o' birds will soon be big enough to be out of their small pen during the day. I don't know yet how many of the New Hampshire Reds are male/female ..... we shall see .......

At a recent birthday party, the hosts' father was in charge of the BBQ. He had his pieces of chicken half done by the time we got there and was basting it with a home-made concoction. I had some, and then some more. And I had to keep nibbling every time I passed by the table. We found out later it was home-raised chicken, home butchered as well. I must say - I've never had chicken that tasted so good!! !!! It was a tad drier, more lean and the flavour was natural-gourmet. I can't wait for our rooster to finish growing to full size. Yum, Yum in advance.