Friday, July 18, 2008

He's a Keeper

Blackbeard, the head honcho of Dad's chickens, was offended by my statements about how he treats One-Eyed Calico Jack. He thinks I portrayed him in a bad light. That I made him out to be some evil sort that only wanted to harm Jack. He said he wants equal opportunity air time.

In Blackbeard's defense, he is a rooster's rooster, a real ladies man. He would defend The Wenches to the death against any predator, which just happens to include Jack in his mind. He's a great provider too. When the treats are served he'll pick up the bread crumbs and pass them to the ladies, not even keeping any for himself. Isn't that sweet? He's even braved his life for them by approaching me and plucking the bread from my outstretched hand. And I tell ya, it took all the nerve that boy could muster for that gallant effort.

But I think the thing that is the biggest testament to his character is the nest fluffing. When one of the ladies starts her "I need to lay an egg NOW" cackling, Blackbeard enters to coop to secure the perimeter and then fluffs her nest! And continues to fluff until she's completely satisfied. Then he stands guard, providing sweet words of encouragement. I can only assume the conversation afterwords must be praise for a job well done. Can you imagine? What a great guy! I mean really, when was the last time someone fluffed your nest?

So, as you can see, Blackbeard's not so bad. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say he's a real catch!


StitchinByTheLake said...

I love it! I could use a little nest fluffing myself. Oops, take that back. My husband can't make a bed if his life depends on it, let alone fluff one! Blessings, marlene

Milah said...

I just stumbled onto your blog and I got the biggest kick out of this post!
Why am I here? Because I'm also from Indiana and my blogs name is "From My Back Porch"! Is that too cool or what?
I've got to go back now and read some more of your postings, and feel free to swing by my blog sometime!

Milah said...

Okay, I just read the story about your dad's chickens and I'm ready to cry. My step dad is currently loosing his battle to cancer so I know exactly where you are coming from. I'm sorry you lost him but maybe he gave you these chickens to bring joy and laughter to your life...something to remind you of the good times with him and not the suffering times in the end. It was a gift, so to speak.

Thanks for sharing that story.

Sandy said...

What a prince that Blackbeard is! I love the "nest fluffing" part!

Renee said...

Hmmm - remind me of the nest fluffing story when I see you next. Comment not meant for a family blog. ;-)