WE WERE TALKING HOW THIS OLD ROOSTER REDEEMED HIMSELF. LET ME TELL YOU.
COME GET THIS OUT OF MY YARD! I think he asked that to see if I was rattled or not. He sure found out. So he said he would let me know what was going on. After I make the call I travel from window to window to check where he is at. No where to be found. I look again and a 3rd time. I just cant see him.
Barb mentioned that mean rooster. We had a rooster that was suppose to be a hen so he was handled a lot. By the time he was big enough to know he wasn’t a hen the damage was done. He was so heavily imprinted that there was no fear of humans or fear of anything (thank heavens for small favors).