Soooo Today...

This morning, at 5:30 my eyes popped open and I began my day with creating a small altar. A single candle and some incense was how I started my day. Sprinkled with some salt I gave the day to the spirits to lead the way.  The spirits do work in mysterious and wondrous ways.

First things first, the spirits led me here, to do this. It is done. Not complete I'm sure, but it's here.

Next was something I totally was not expecting. I do have a small (very small farm). I garden and grow a lot of my own veggies. I have a small flock of chickens (about 15) and 3 dogs and 1 cat. It's not much of a 'farm' but it's mine.
(Hell, I figure if you have at least two different types of animals and a garden it's considered a farm. So there it is. ANYWAY..)
By luck of the draw, the last eggs that were hatched out just happened to have 4 roosters in the bunch.

(Like I NEED another male around here..gees!)

I lost one roo, so there were three cocky males all having their way with my girls (hens).
(The hens are kinda like me, they can do without that shit all together.)
The girls were suffering, feathers were missing and there was a general unease in the coop because of all the testosterone. I had to get rid of at least 2 of the males. You really only need one rooster for every 10-12 hens. I had 15 hens and 3 roosters.
GOOD GAWD those ladies went through hell.
(sigh For the last two days I've watched my hens be subjected to barnyard rape and I couldn't take it anymore.)
Two of those big bad boys had to go.

This morning, after setting up my altar I went outside with my coffee in hand and parked my fat ass on a lawn chair between the setting moon and the rising sun.
Again, leaving it all to the spirits to lead the way. I watched my brood and listened to the screaming  cackling of the hens as the males had their way with them. With determination that at least one of those roosters had to go TODAY, I walked inside to refill my go juice.
(Did I tell you I'm a coffee addict? Well, it's true).

Within the hour a knock came at my door. A young lady about the age of 14 or so (give or take a year) asked me if I had any eggs for hatching or perhaps a rooster that I would like to sell.
(I should not have been surprised by this, really I shouldn't, but I was.)

I was struck almost speechless.
I led her and her father out back, told her to take her pick, price $6.00. That young lady walked right into that pen, squatted down like a sumo wrestler and captured the biggest baddest rooster I had in about 30 seconds!
I was impressed.
After chatting for a while I learned they have a few Buff Orprington pullets for sale. We've made arrangements for him to deliver me two this weekend. I need some ladies who will brood for me. Rhode Island Reds which is what I have currently, are not much on brooding.
(they don't like sex, heck if they want to raise a flock of little peckers!)

The spirits work quickly. I must remember to thank them. :) Till next time.

The Crone of the Coop

Sage