06/08/2026
We have four roosters around here and this guy just happens to be the smallest of them all. His name is Dylan because he's kind of a jerk, just like my favorite brother-in-law. π
The other three roosters do a pretty good job of keeping him in check, but every now and then, his little man syndrome shows and he tries to be big and bad when the boys turn their backs to him.
Last night, he decided that he was going to try his luck with middle brother. And he won. He didn't hurt him, but my sweet boy was pretty upset.
In actuality, the rooster just thought he won.
I was watching all of this go down while I milked cows.
Out of nowhere, baby brother came around the corner with a stick and he when I say he meant business, he meant business! π€
He busted through the gate into the chicken run, threw the stick in the direction of the rooster, yelled something (I can only imagine what that was), then took off running as fast as his little legs would carry him.
I'm not sure I have ever laughed so hard in my life!
I said all of that to say this, when my boys are teenagers and I get a call that they have been in a fight, I'll know. I'll know it's the baby. Someone will probably be picking on his big brothers and he'll handle it. I mean, he's one and he's already handling it. π
These kids are free range and feral. And I wouldn't want them any other way.