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Monday, January 16, 2012

O WAD SOME POW'R THE GIFTIE GIE US TO PLAY CHICKEN

Walter Watkins

Our good friend, Walter Watkins, was born, lived, and died, on his family farm, much of the while alone.  The eight-by-twelve foot cabin that Micki and I lived in for our first year of marriage was built on our land right next to Walter's farm.  We visited often.  And when we invited Walter to come with us for a drive into the Cascade Mountains, at a drive-in restaurant twenty miles east, Walter told us with excitement and appreciation that that was the furthest he'd ever been from home.

Walter died of cancer, and it was sad to watch the disease progress and this good man decline.  Afterwards the farm was put into the hands of his sister and her husband, Loyal and Bill, and they had Micki and I house-sit on the farm for free.  It was the first time Micki and I had lived on a farm, and we took advantage of it by buying a flock of chickens.  We also bought a purebred, white boxer as a pup, named him Buck, and he grew fast.

Our chickens had a coop in the barn, and we enjoyed caring for them and watching them and collecting eggs.  We also bought a big, white rooster, to oversee his feathery harem.

Sam walking Buck on the Watkins Farm
One day Buck, now a pup grown almost to full size, was running free while the chickens were out of the barn and foraging food in a little field.  Buck spotted them and decided it'd be great sport to chase the flock and catch one of those fat, meaty birds.  As our dog tore after them, Micki and I yelled at him to stop, but Buck wouldn't listen.  The hens clucked in terror while running as fast as they could to the barn.  They would never have made it before Buck reached them, but something wonderful happened.

To our surprise and to Buck's, the big, white rooster ran crosswise between the boxer and the hens.  Buck accepted the challenge and swerved to chase the rooster instead.  As Buck gained on his prey, all the hens managed to reach the barn and run in through the little coop door to safety.  The rooster almost didn't make it.  Buck had some of his tailfeathers in his mouth when the rooster barely survived by darting under the fence and into thick blackberry bushes.

Micki and I were amazed by this heroism.  That rooster risked his life, and barely survived, to save the hens.  Buck trotted back to us finally, to be hooked to his chain, and later that day the rooster came out of hiding and returned to his flock.  To this day I have a tremendous respect for roosters, and would feel like a fool to call a coward a "chicken."



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1 comment:

  1. What a sweet story...I still dont know what to do about my random rooster though!

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