Hubby must have a thing for the Red rooster. I'm not sure what kind of thing, but their interactions are always noteworthy.
The Auracana was pretty. Was. It took after my niece when she was here, and hubby immediately gave chase, cornering it in the garage, catching it, and doing it in. He now resides in a gallon ziploc bag in The Very Cold Place.
Red was out the other day, and Hubby gave chase to him as well. He cornered him in the fence, and caught him up. He turned him over, and exclaimed, "Dang, look at those spurs!" His spurs were probably 3/4" long, and beginning to get pointy. Much to my shock, amazement, and disgust, Hubby leaned over and BIT the end of a spur off. Yes, with his TEETH! He then repeated the process with the other spur, spitting out the piece after each bite. When he was done, he let the kids pet him, then put him back in the pen.
I couldn't help but exclaim, "Do you KNOW where that rooster WALKS?!?"
I don't recall these things being discussed in pre-marital counseling.
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