The Jet Report

Jet is still growing and getting meaner...
He is the king of the ranch. He's so aggressive, that he may need to be caged soon. There have been many bloody fights recently. Jet has won all of them. Expect a lot of black chicks soon...

Small update

This small update is about a small black baby chick.
"Nameless" is still untitled...but, maybe soon he or she will get a moniker that fits like a new suit...
This baby is our first black baby since Jet...

Why continue?

Why should we continue?
Maybe, because Life goes on with or without us.
...that's enough of a reason, I think...
There might be other reasons, but...
the letdowns are beautiful, too.
There is proof that suffering is part of joy...
It must be endured, comprehended...and accepted.
Sincerity, friendship, honesty...they can only be found in pure form...and they all guarantee the risk of heartbreak.
Our chickens cause plenty of heartbreak and tears...
but, most of the time they are all fun!!!
Here are the newest faces in the family...
they are all perfect reasons to keep going...
Thanks for not giving up on this blog.

Kicked again...

Getting kicked is never fun...
Gee whiz...I thought we were friends.
(ouch)
Pain is a Universal language. There's always plenty to go around. The foot, the head...the heart...no one and nothing is immune. Your kindness is so sincere...and now, my foot hurts.
Which way to Loyalty?

The Color Of War

It doesn't happen too often...but, when it does, it can be gruesome.
I am referring to the ugliness that can come from a territory dispute...this time, it was two roosters. The rooster named Jet has grown a lot recently. He is starting to become huge. I found him standing over another rooster and both were covered in blood. The rooster fights aren't too common around here. There is plenty of space and the 'pecking order' is usually determined with no injury. Whenever there is a fight, there is usually enough noise for me to hear it and go break it up. On Saturday, I was not so lucky. I never knew they were fighting. When I found them, I thought one rooster was dead. I picked him up and he was limp...and blood poured out of his mouth. I ran cold water over his head and he was jolted back to life. Since then, he has been very slow in recovering. He is still in very bad condition. The good news is that the injuries are healing. He can open one eye a little bit. He can drink water...but, he can't eat yet...and best of all, he just crowed for the first time since the fight. That is always a good sign.
I wanted to get this blog back up to speed. There is a lot more stuff happening. Hopefully, we will be back to peace and happiness with the roosters and chickens...I hate it when they fight.

This is Jet...after the fight

Most of the blood is not his own

His legs are pink with blood....
normally, they are dark green.

Jet has grown a lot...and now he's becoming aggressive...

The young challenger is lucky to be alive...

Lots of dirt, blood and bruises

This eye is still swollen shut...

This eye is already opened(after two days)

The color of Winter...

Yes, I am guilty of neglecting this blog!
Since the loss of Tuffy, my sadness has been like a huge bag of sand that I carry around. I can't believe how much I miss him. I know that Tuffy is watching over me...and he knows that he was the inspiration for so many things that I do. My love for roosters was really his doing...he was so different from his father...I have plans to keep going forever with my birds...
Yesterday, I finally felt motivated enough to start the next rooster project. I need more chicken coop space and I have been planning to extend the existing coop...so I started clearing the space...I had a lumber pile that needed to be moved. I haven't even seen any lizards yet...it's still too cold...so, you can imagine the surprise I had when this guy was next to my feet. Thankfully, he was very sluggish...I relocated him to a safe haven.
Summer's coming!!!

The Cycle Repeats...The End...The Beginning

Sadness is still in the air from the loss of Tuffy...and yet, if you listen closely, there is something beautiful and hopeful to be heard. For, even the mighty Tuffy began his climb to the top from the depths of sadness when his father was killed. Sad days are the nothing but proof of a very successful formula that keeps Nature mysterious...that makes happiness sad...and makes sadness hopeful and necessary. The day after Tuffy was killed, the cycle began to start again...and that is pure happiness...no matter how sad the day is. Here is visual proof that there are no accidents...