I often feel that when I lost Sam I lost my muse. He spend his early chickhood as a timid little chick who would hop on my boots for a ride around the back yard.
He grew into a most handsome fellow who took very seriously his job as guardian of the flock.
He was the inspiration for most of my
humorous tales about life with an ornery rooster. I miss him in more ways than
one and we miss the lovely eggs the girls provided. But I don’t miss them enough to get another rooster!
Besides, several of our old neighbors
have moved away and new neighbors have
moved in and I’m not sure they’d be as tolerant
of some of the shenanigans the critters
got up to. Like the time he put on an X-rated show in the back yard. Sometimes
I think feisty little Agatha is
channeling Sam. She’s certainly as
ornery and bossy as he was (just ask poor, long-suffering Victoria who puts up
with Agatha stealing her toys and giving
her hip slams), and she DOES eat hornworms – well, she ate ONE hornworm,
which may have been her first and last because it made her a little crazy as
you can see in the pic to the left.
Sadly, Agatha doesn’t have Sam’s
comedic flair or sense of timing, but she does have the same ability to
aggravate Mr. G That Sam had. Fortunately, she doesn’t have spurs! I think Mr. G may still have the scars from some of those encounters, like this one.Meanwhile, we're enjoying the relative peace and quiet- or at least Mr. G is. Until Agatha barks- Mr. G says it is the shrillest, most annoying bark he has ever heard and he's sure she's out to make him go deaf or crazy, whichever comes first. Yes, I do believe she might be Sam, reincarnated as a dog. She just hasn't perfected her act yet.
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