That’s funny. Someone dropped off a rooster in my neighborhood the end of last summer at an empty house next to mine. The house was being renovated and one of the workers wanted to take the chicken home and have him for dinner. Luckily he couldn’t catch him. I of course had to rescue him. I know nothing about chickens. I coaxed him through the woods (it took a week) with tomatos from my garden. At the end of the week he moved into my tool/garden shed. I tried my best to come up with a name for him. It never worked, I always ended up calling him Chicken. He answered to it too! When I called out to him he would come running to me then follow me around wherever I went in my yard.
5 months ago
