he is a bit of an ass…..
3.5 hours yesterday morning
45 minutes before supper,
15 minutes evening….
2 hours this morning
one pair jeans
one pair capris unidentified stains
one slightly damaged shoulder
0 chickens in the carrier
(okay he isn’t an ass but he does have good avoidance issues)
So the story began for me on Tuesday morning when I went to our local bird sanctuary and was greeted by a pair of rooster. I crushed up my granola bar and fed them and while that day they were almost walking across my feet I didn’t have a plan or know their story so went on my way. I called the spca to discover they had captured a hen but didn’t have the resources to hang in for the two roosters. No one knows for sure where they came from but most of us feel they were dumped at the sanctuary which is a highly inappropriate place for them.
In my two days of trying to capture for re homing, I have seen some lovely kindness in peoples efforts to assist, but the more we try, the more wary he becomes. The large red rooster has not been seen since tuesday, we are not sure if someone successfully rescued him or if a coyote found him first. I am hoping he found a person because he was the tamest of the lot.

The space is very beautiful and it isn’t much of a hardship to spend a couple of hours hanging out, trying to make friends (though i am losing ground) with this wily bird!
I brought my sketchbook and camera along today but sadly between the many people who stopped to see what was going on, and those who wanted to try more aggressive approaches to catching, I think I am losing ground. The s.p.c.a. is open tomorrow so technically if I were to catch him tonight I could still drop him off but the worry is I will fail and scare him away from a fairly safe and well chosen roosting site, too high for coyotes (and five foot two females) too branched for owls I think he will be okay there until next week.
From the roosters perspective his poster would show a photo of me, Have you seen this human? I believe she is up to no good!
I am in a position to have to catch my lovely dog, Duncan, the timid giant. He leaves when he sees me and is very stealthy in the woods. I don’t know how I will catch him but there must be a way. I may have to camp overnite when it’s thundering, that’s the only time he will come to me, willingly. It makes me sad that my brother won’t bother to walk 20 feet and spend 2 minutes a day feeding a, as he put it, Mentally Challenged dog.
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i hope he find you safely, i know it is a huge worry
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