Friday, January 30, 2009

The Rooster With Nine Lives

I'm thrilled to announce that I've found a home for Bob. He won't be coming for Sunday dinner after all. He's going to a farm to replace a rooster that passed away a few weeks ago. He'll have his very own flock of girls. And you'll never believe what the former rooster's name was... , it was Bob! I think this was meant to be.

7 comments:

Patsy said...

I am so happy for Bob. I had come to love him. How funny is that I love a Rooster or is that funny? Help I think I have blogging fever.
Patsy

Unknown said...

I don't know how chickens are but when we turn a new bull in with our cows....it's funny to watch! Those cows start running in all directions (but not away from the bull) and he starts sticking his nose up in the air sniffing really hard! All I'm satying is you might want to hang around for a while...they could give you some real good material for your blog:D

StitchinByTheLake said...

Thank goodness! I thought I might have to quit speaking to you if you ate Bob. :( Or turn you in to the SPCA for cruelty to a rooster. Or hire a Mafia Hit on you. :) blessings, marlene

Carol said...

My sentiments exactly Marlene. I just couldn't see Bob on a platter.
Now Christine you have to convince the person taking Bob to start a blog so we can keep up with the little guy. He will be missed so much here.

Sandy said...

I am so glad Bob found a new home!

Jen said...

I'm glad to hear he's found a home other than the freezer....giggle.

CiNdEe's GaRdEn said...

I just found your blog and had to laugh about your Roos(-: I found two homeless ones last summer. I gave one away and had the other one till a hawk had dinner. The girls are so lonely now so I need to find them a new boyfriend. I guess there will be more homeless guys this summer but I might drop by the small animal swap and pick one out for them. Where we live seems to be the drop off for Roos no one wants. Weird because if we don't catch them then the hawks get them or the coyotees etc. I guess the people who drop them there don't realize that. Or maybe they do. I am glad Bob found a home(-: Sometimes the older Roos are not to tastey(-: