Who's Chicken Little?
I outweigh this little fella easily by two hundred pounds and I stand at least five feet taller than he does. It's just a "guy thing" I'm sure, but none-the-less, this fellow catches my full attention when he's running loose in the yard. Each morning when I go out to the chicken house to feed and clean it seems the hens will scatter when I walk near because of the inbreed fear factor of something that is not another chicken. However, with Pretty Boy (the rooster) I have to give him a wide berth because he is "the guy" who really is in charge of the hen house social activities today and not me.
And it is not just today, it is everyday. I was naive at first when it came to raising poultry but this "cock of the walk" and his flock have taught me a lot. The lessons of reality this "madman chicken" has shared, I must say have given me an edge in my everyday life. He taught me to stand tall and to never back down unless at the last moment you must reconsider "it all." The barnyard politics of securing the head rooster position seem nearly the same as our recent presidential battles. In the end, it took just one major attack from this feisty guy to make me "back off" for the present time.
When we reach out and embrace our neighbors we see pictures that enhance everyday life in our own international community.