It’s a nasty feud I’m having with the leader of the hen harem. This blog is supposed to be sorted so that it reads chronologically like a story.
This is pretty neat. I was offered a free trial of this Artificial Intelligence copywriting tool, and in the moment I couldn't think of any real practical use - so I entered two options. I hate my Rooster and Everybody hates Roosters. This is what it produced: Why I hate my Rooster: I never thought I would hate anything as much as I hate my...
The chickens don't want to get wet so when it starts to rain instead of going back to the coop they come up to the house and hang out on the porch under a roof. Likewise, I'm not a big fan of getting wet, so today I made up rain rules which indicate it's okay to feed them right in front of the door instead of forcing them into the rain to eat...
I know they don't. Probably. It was a brief fantasy about finding a reason to get rid of the rooster and win the war once and forever. Another attack from the front line happened this morning. I also witnessed the rooster being a bit of a bastard. Not doing his rooster duties right away. At 7:30, I came downstairs and prepared some hen feed but...
I was almost at the steps to the house when I turned my back and the rooster. It's usually a safe spot especially since the food is a long way away. I think you may be mad because I didn't bring out a fifth portion for him which for a while I was doing, It's so hard to predict the evening schedule because sometimes they're already in the...
I placed the majority portion of food in the elevated area near the door. Because, it had rained earlier, I had to reach to grab the main dish, flip it over and let the water out as everyone came running, eager for their dinner portions. I set my defence stick down and fed them. As I turned around, forgetting the stick the rooster lunged....
Actually, I'm on schedule but the three remaining birds that are last to go back to the coop in the evening are still out. The rooster and his two first officers. So I sit up at the front seeing if they go inside in the next short while. You don't seem to have noticed me yet even though the door to the house makes them really loud slamming sound...
Since I don’t have children, it follows that I don’t have grandchildren so I won’t sit around when I’m old telling my war stories to anyone who will listen. That’s what blogs are for. No one has to listen, and in fact no one is really reading this continuing saga but if I continue to journalize the war between the rooster and I. Last week I...
I forget his name, but I don't remember anything from my past I wanted to kill more. I dream about the ways. Roosters are kind of useless most of the time. This one is all up in your space, and if I'm not careful, he'll make my ankles bleed. I want to kick him like a football and never see him again... But I can't. To be fair., I've never really...
So as of 8:14 a.m. on Tuesday August 2nd I am possibly missing a cat, or not one may have escaped outside which is really bad for at least one or two of the cats and reasonably bad for the third. If it's the bad cat and I don't mean bad cat I mean if it's the cat that shouldn't be allowed outside I could be in big trouble both in general for...
Rough start to the day. My first official work day where I am in charge of the animals morning afternoon and evening and potentially already lost a cat. It's freaking me out. I did everything fine but you know how easy it is for me to get distracted and I didn't fully close the door. Still means a cat would have had to get by me and jump quite...
Doing pretty much the same thing every day doesn't necessarily get easier. For someone with attention deficit disorder it can actually get more difficult because each day it becomes less interesting and the temptation to be creative and look for ways to make it fun can actually distract and make more mistakes happen. On top of that, waking up...
It's become clear that there is very little that is interesting about my tasks. Blogging everyday about feeding the chickens, avoiding the rooster, feeding the chickens again and letting the dogs out, and then going to feed the pig just as his owner comes home and takes over the job to do it right. Today has been reasonably successful so far and...
I kind of think I was always this way but I can't be sure because of the way my memory works. I make stupid mistakes, I knock things over, and I don't foresee the consequences of things I do before I do them. Today's example was quite unfortunate and I can't get away with it I will definitely have to confess to it and that's too bad. As one of...
I'd fed them. I was posing no threat.i was almost inside the house but I showed my back to the Rooster and somehow it magically transported 40 feet and lunged. It was so fast and startling I honestly don't remember the details. It didn't make contact as my telec3s toward this type of surprise must have improved over the last week. He froze. I...
I learned the name of the rooster's mojo but I prefer calling it the rooster anyway because calling it by its name implies some form of relationship. I suppose in a way we do have an adversarial relationship he wants to attack me and I want to avoid being attacked. He doesn't seem to get that I don't attack him. I haven't. I will defend myself...
When I can out the door for the afternoon feed, the weak chickens that linger in different circles are always first to detect me, and the waddle towards me. Over the past couple of days I've tried to death feed them their own portion before the rooster and his harem notice. Today it backfired a bit. I put the first dish down and walked towards...
Today's Rooster adventures were a little different. Due to some sleep issues I'm working out, I slept in and didn't get downstairs till 745 instead of my usual 720/730ish I used to start even earlier but decided the neighborhood probably benefitted from the extra 30 minutes of non rooster annoyance. I'm still shocked nobody in the surrounding...
Not much to report him the human versus rooster wars today. Ever since our epic battle he seems to understand that I need to get to the food area to feed them and today he let me walk by him back towards the house. He still feels a little uneasy eating if I'm in view and he keeps an eye on me but at no point to he appear threatening and he didn't...
Today's adventures with the rooster involve them hanging out by the door. I don't like this. They want to be fed earlier and I'm already feeding them an hour earlier than I was last week. Unfortunately today I just discovered that my defense of stick and both the feeding dishes that I used to scoop the feed are sitting on the table outside, not...
So the rooster has figured out this none shall pass power that he has When he standing where I need to be and I can't get by. We waited out As I inch and inch. Gaining ground until such time as I can squeeze past while maintaining eye contact at all times. He tries to lunge at me but I have my defensive y-shaped stick to hold him back. No contact...
Today was a special Monday, or at least it is supposed to be. It is the day I planned to finally throw out the secret garbage I've been keeping in my room for far too long. I call it secret garbage because I wouldn't want to throw it out using the normal procedure because that is subject to inspection, scrutiny, and sometimes a lecture. The...
Warning. This blog was voice transcribed from the bathroom after feeding but I don't have my teeth in so I noticed a lot of errors. I should probably go and edit it manually but I'm pretty sure I won't. Not much has changed over the past while. The rooster still tries to get between me and where I'm going. Today I couldn't wait for him to move...
I had a fall this morning. It was scary shit for a short while because it was a multi-stage fall knocking over various things as I tried to save myself on the way down. I don't remember what started it. Things like happen unexpectedly and you're not concerned about why your falling as much as how and where you're falling. I was not injured at all...
I was in my room the other day making videos as I am want to do and I realized I couldn't find my orange hat. In Canada we call them toques and I'm not sure I know how to spell it. In the states like thank you call them beanies but essentially they're just winter hats without the pom pom. The orange one I tend to use when I'm filming for the...
I'm not saying that the rooster trusts me now or that we have any kind of relationship but it does seem as though he's less confrontational now. He's finally figured out I'm the one that's feeding him and the battle isn't worth it. I think it's been 3 days where feeding time is reasonably stress free. I still have to keep an eye on him when I'm...