...Ernest T. Bass, the new red rooster! :) Okay, not exactly the name that we girls would have chosen (how about Rocky, Chanticleer, something?), but that's what the boys named him, and so Ernest T. Bass it is! :D
We've had 'ole Ernest for several days now, and I finally decided that it was about time he had his "close-up". And so...I ventured out to the chicken coop yesterday with my camera in tow:
Me: "Hullo, Ernie! Mind if I call you that for short? Ernest T. Bass seems kind of long for such a small rooster."
Ernest T. Bass: *Spears me with his beady eyes and clucks angrily*
Me: *gulp* (Um, did I mention that Ernest was a wild rooster before he came to live in our humble coop? No?) :)
Me: (Trying again) "Well, I guess this must be something of a change for you...but all of our hens are very sweet kind of gals, so I'm sure you'll adjust very quickly!"
Ernest: *Continues clucking angrily as he tries to spot me above the sea of white heads* Translated: "Excuse me?"
Me: "Alright, so maybe they need to work on the social graces such as letting you through so you can eat...but who's perfect?" ;)
Ernest: *Looking skeptical and seeming much more put out with moi at the moment than our dear sweet greedy hens* *Angry clucking increases*
Me: *Backing towards door* "Y'know, this has been real interesting and it was nice getting to know you a li'l better...I'm not sure if the feeling is mutual, but oh well...maybe with time." :)
Ernest: *Finally has had enough and struts toward me (seems like his clucker would be tired by now!)*
Me: *Beats a hasty retreat (what else?) and seeks comfort in the form of another family pet:
Oliver! There might not be much but fluff between those cuddly ears of his, but when you want understanding-ness, choose Oliver over Ernest T. Bass any day! (Sorry, Ernie, but I'm just bein' honest here) :D
Hope everyone had a good Christmas...I know we did! :) Thanks so much for the awards, Carla...I'm going to do a post about them soon!
Happy New Year, everyone!!!