I freed the Roster!

I freed the rooster and he came back. I'm not kidding! I cut the little devil loose. He has been attacking some people and what a hoot to watch. But it is making some complain saying that he is hurting them and others are actually afraid. I got a video of my girl friend terrified! I bet he weighs about the same as a football. Maybe less. I told another friend, When he attacks, be the aggressor. pick him up. He'll run. She took to carrying him around during her visit. She felt it was easier then fighting him off. He needs to go out and be with the other animals.
Summer has officially come to southern Ontario! These last few days have me looking for shorts and tank tops. It's scorching out. Yesterday I even opened the summer cloths chest and thought, "There is no way we can unpack summer cloths in March!" and I closed it. But not before grabbing both Bill and I shorts which I immediately wore. It's beautiful out! And has been for awhile with no end in sight. Right now it is 21C! 21C!!!!! I expect -21C before ever expecting to see plus anything. For the last few days I have been carrying Red, who I call Mitzi, out into the yard to get acquainted with the other fellas. Serena and Red had a battle and I let them go. It lasted seconds before Serena realised Red it not a challenge or a threat and has been looking for him to come out. He is the only other chicken here after all. She tries to follow him but he stays close to Bernie, the Saint Bernard. Ironically, That would be the only guy here that wants to eat him!
Bernie has been tied out in the yard because he bit someone. Orders from the Health Department. They want to see his Rabies Certificate and damned if it isn't expired! I told them they can take the Bernard and do what they want to him. Bill freaked. The Health department told me to get their shots. Of course. So where is Bernie right now? Got me. Haven't seen him since this morning. Doctors coming the 28th to give needles to everyone. And cut the goats nails. Another huge chunk of change.
Well Bernie served his 10 days and is gone. Now Red has no-one to hang out with, besides a big, fat chicken who can kick his but. When I released him this morning and left. Red followed me right back up the stairs into the house. He climbed the stairs! Even my doberman wouldn't use those stairs! Never a dull moment.