I spent this weekend doing my least favorite thing, fall clean-up. We typically rake the leaves six times during the fall season. This weekend was no different than any other year except for the occasional chicken that wandered by.
I scooped him up into my arms, gave him a nuzzle and a thank you then gently set him down. He continued to stay by me. As he stood with me, along came the rest of his flock, no coaxing necessary. He has made it to top chicken. Although little, he has gained respect of all the girls. I was glad that much like a guard dog, I had a rooster by my side! Who would have thought? I now know that they think of me as part of their family.