For the most part, there is a very orderly routine in our day on the farm: feeding and letting out animals, breakfast, projects, lunch, more projects, feeding and putting up everyone for the night, dinner. Most days everything goes smoothly, but if just one animal decides to stray from the plan, it not only throws off the day, it totally pisses me off!
Fabio is the latest pain in my ass. Fabio, our lead rooster, tends to come and go as he pleases. With the flap of his powerful wings, he jumps the electrified poultry netting and is free. Fabio knows the routine around here and has zeroed in on his favorite time of the day; when I let the dog out into the pasture before our evening chores to let him eat and get some exercise. Fabio, it seems, has acquired a taste for dog food.
As soon as Fabio sees Rebel on the leash he is already flapping his wings and slowly prancing towards the fenced in pasture. I stomp my feet, shoo him with my arms and scream at the top of lungs, but nothing will deter Fabio from scarfing down the dog’s food.
Yesterday afternoon I had had it with him so I decided to teach him a lesson. Typically, in the evening, Fabio will chase out the 3 younger roosters when I put everyone up for the night. I then have to go back out later when Fabio is asleep on the roost to let the lesser roosters in.
Yesterday, while Fabio was chowing down on kibble, I closed up the coop with the young roosters inside, leaving Fabio “out in the cold”. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I watched Fabio from the kitchen run from coop window to coop window in a frantic attempt to control the young roosters' randy behavior. Hahaha, they were having a large time in there all alone with the ladies.
I waited until it was almost dark to head out to let him in for the night. I strolled out there with a smug look on my face. “Yeah, who’s the boss now big shot?”, I asked as I climbed over the fence.
I walked over, opened the coop door, and crossed my motherly arms, while trying to wipe the smile off of my face. I expected Fabio to rush to the door, but instead he just glared at me. He stood there defiant and wouldn’t budge. WTF! As I walked towards him, he took two steps back. “I’m not playing this game, Fabio”, I yelled. But you know damn well I was going to play the game. Within minutes I was feverishly chasing Fabio around the coop…..round and round and round. He would turn, smirk and then do some fancy footwork and run between my legs. This ridiculous chase went on for several minutes before Fabio just stopped a few feet from the door. He gave me a look and then slowly sauntered towards the opened door to go in.
Feeling humiliated and embarrassed I stood and watched as he strolled past me. With one last glare at me, he jumped up to enter the coop…….and he tripped, landing beak first into the pine shaving floor. I’ll consider that a parenting win.