Note: events and statements in this blog entry were actual statements made today-- but the order to the story and slight embellishment are taken at the liberty of the author.
I felt like making the title rhyme. I love to rhyme and so today is Rhyming Blog day!!! I encourage everyone to try it.
There once was a rooster named Shirley Joe
Who every day at 5:00am would crow,
Shirley Joe as a chick was so nice and sweet,
But he attacked Margaret this morning so he'll soon be meat.......
Margaret went up to check on the Shirley Joe clan today and she came back saying that Joe wouldn't let her check the nest boxes. I told her to take the step-in post(long 3-4 foot post) with her and go back but just hold it in front of her for defense. He stays about 3 feet away when I did that this weekend so I thought I knew best (NOT!)
So the next thing Mike and I see is Margaret doing some Jedi style maneuvers while Shirley Joe is flying up and attacking her. Mike of course doesn't sense Margaret's fear and yells "Don't bruise the meat!" She hurdles over the fence and down to mom and immediately lets the tears flow.
I leaned over to kiss her check and dry her tears off and whispered in her ear ever so gently,
"Do you want to eat him?".
"Yes Mommy. Can I cut out the guts?"
And here I thought we'd become vegetarians......