here on the teeny tiny farm...
on Henny Penny Lane...and here's another little animal tale...animals are funny, aren't they? and intelligent!
Before Shae died, she ruled the goat lot. Shae was the dominate goat and from day one, was the leader. (sounds like we had a herd but it was just the two). It was Shae who ate the biggest part of the food, and no matter which pan Asa tried to eat from, Shae pushed her away. Shae stood guard under the hay rack. She was a little pig, a sweet but bossy little pig and she was over weight, while Asa was trim and fit.
|Shae RIP, Asa in back|
Anyhow, Mr. Rooster made himself right at home with the goats and seemed to appreciate the cute little barn, complete with a roosting pole and even an old hen's nest on the wall that he could sleep in on cold nights. But Asa is thinking, "this fellow is new in town. He better not think he's gonna move in here and take over, I'll be his boss", and she did boss Mr. Rooster!
Many an evening I have watched Mr. Rooster trying to fly up on the roost while Asa would laugh and butt him right out of the teeny tiny barn. Mr. Rooster found himself with a problem.
Now here's the rest of the story...since Shae has passed away, bless her heart, Asa and Mr. Rooster have become best friends. Neither of them like walking on this icy snow covered ground. They have stayed side by side inside the little barn, talking and keeping each other company, since this bad weather started. I've not heard one cross word between them.
It won't be long before the baby can join the others...then we'll see who's boss.
Better go! I've got a big pan of cornbread in the oven...doubled the recipe. The last of the birdseed was finished early this morning. Most of the cornbread will be the for the birds...and a piece for me. Do you like cornbread and milk? Even better, cornbread and buttermilk. It's easy! Crumble a piece of cornbread into a glass and cover it with buttermilk...eat with a spoon. Seriously, there is nothing better! Well, maybe a thing or two.
Thank you for listening whilst I go on and on about stuff.