Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!

I've been singing that song in my head ever since Monday. I posted an ad on Craig's list for a good home for our rooster and Jerry called wanting a rooster to protect his 14 hens! Eureka! Nothing describes my utter glee and giddiness better than the scene in Oz when Dorthy accidentally lands on the Wicked Witch of the East and everyone in Oz is dancing and singing and happy as can be. The girls have been hanging out with the hens all week, feeding them by hand, chasing them around a bit (trying to pick them up) and they can put them up and let them out into their new corral alone, whereas before, with the rooster, we were all scared sh*tless to let them out, for fear of Tornado's wrath!

Jerry looked at us like we were a bunch of idiots when he started to open the gate and I nervously say (not wanting to admit he is mean and we're scared sh*tless of our rooster) "Uh, he can be kind of ornery sometimes . . . (get back girls.)" Jerry smiled and said, "Oh, is that how it is then?" And he opened up that gate, walked into the coop and Tornado actually seemed to be running from him. He jumped up on his perch and pecked Jerry's hand when he put his hand up to him. Jerry just grabbed him by his legs and held him upside down for a moment then hoisted him up under his arm like he was a kitten. Then Tornado actually acted like a kitten. I think I saw remorse in his eyes, as Jerry carried him to the car, like, "Oh man. I attacked that woman one too many times. Now Jerry is going to put me in the soup." And if he does . . . WHO CARES! At least he's not crowing all d*mn day long, and threatening to claw our eyes out. Yo ho! Yo Ho, yo ho, yo ho - let's open up and sing!