Hoot feeling his testosterone
One of the house chicks is definitely Hoot the rooster's. The blondish chick has a big chest already. Just like Hoot. My guess is that Hoot is some type of banty meat breed. He's rock solid muscular, a fact that is SO obvious when you hold one of the other adult banties. They feel like sparrows after holding him.
I like to spar with Hoot and his fellow rooster Vader when they come running with that rooster gleam in their eye. Nobody gets hurt ... mostly I just let my sneaker be their punching bag. That did backfire the other day when I went out back barefoot and Vader was in the mood to show off in front of the hen.
That was a little trickier. It amazes me how these banties can send that inch long spur on the back of their leg into your leg which is in front of the bird at that moment.
This morning, I joined about 70 other parents and kids for a rules meeting related to the local livestock fair. We will be raising a pig again this winter and today was a chance to pick up the required paperwork and listen to a showpig expert's tips on raising and showing your pig. We won't actually buy our pig until sometime in November.
The meeting was held at a horseman's park in another part of our large county. The horse park came complete with rodeo arena and "Cowboy Church". The sign said services were held there every Sunday and all were welcome. I guess they're held at the arena, because the only enclosed building was the rodeo snack bar. Now, who would'a thought such a thing existed. I've lived here for 20 years and didn't have a clue.
Just more confirmation that the richness and uniqueness of this country is found on the back roads and alley ways, not on the interstate.
The fair meeting took most of the morning. When it was over, I headed to town for some groceries. We teachers got our first paycheck since June 10th yesterday, so it was nice to actually buy food again. The sky opened up on the way home from the grocery store, stopping long enough for me to unload groceries from the JEEP, and then the deluge continued. The rain was that good tropicalesque downpour kind and it continued for a long time. This week has been the rainiest in a long time and the forecast calls for continued stormy weather.
Since I was trapped inside with groceries, I whipped up chicken and sausage gumbo for supper and I am trying to finish my third bowl right now in between paragraphs. I didn't take a picture of it because it's embarrassing how often I have posted about gumbo on this blog.
Emma called a few minutes ago from the Raymond James stadium in Tampa. She's at her first University of South Florida football game with her dorm buddies and the happy excitement in her voice was music ... pure music.
Katie came home from her college apartment to slurp gumbo with us and she's in the next room harassing her brother. I can hear them laughing through the walls.
It's good ... it's all very good.
I think I'm adjusting