Lost is the soul of a boatless man

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Cocks crow

The morrow comes how do I know
it comes before the dawn tis the cocks crow.

Monday morning I found my Red rooster dead.
I thought he was a little old when I bought him.
Plan to go back to the same farm, and see if there
was a warranty. I heard that nearly all of their recent chicks
were Roosters. I have had several Roosters since starting on this
chicken thing. Some 10+ years now. The best hen protector
was my white Leghorn, Bullwinkle. He lived many years at the farm
and here in Casey. He survived the night of the racoons, (a different story)
Perhaps a Horror story for bedtime. Currently  I have 18 hens.
And they are starting to lay more eggs as the weather warms.

His cry is not for me, nor cow, nor sheep
His call is for his harem to rise from their sleep.
So I need no bell, no gong, or clock,
I'm awake long before then,
from the crow of the cock.

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