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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Red rooster and purple puppies Our friends, Marion and Sonny Pryor of Red Banks, have gifted us with another family member. Willie,
an extremely beautiful, big, red rooster, has lived with Marion and
Sonny for several years now. He makes a trip to the CrossPointe
Christian Fellowship church fall festival every year, along with a
myriad of other close family members, including Tom Turkey and his
girls, assorted chickens and chicks, assorted horses and Skittles the
mule. But Marion had become concerned about
Willie. He’d fathered most of the chickens on the TWW farm and
eventually, a couple of her new chicks weren’t quite right. So, Willie has come to live with us. More accurately, Willie has come to live with our chickens. Friday
evening, when Marion and Sonny pulled down our driveway with Willie in
his cage and crowing like mad, one of the girl chickens came flying out
of the side pasture to see what was going on. As
soon as he was settled in his new home, he started crowing again. The
other chicken was in the pasture with the horses and as soon as Willie
started crowing, here she came, running across the driveway. You could almost hear those chickens thinking, “It’s a man!” Willie is king of the front yard now. We let him out of his cage Sunday and within minutes he had established his domain. Now,
Willie struts around the yard and pasture and his girls follow him
cackling. When I pulled down the driveway Monday after work, the girls
were gathered under the boat and Willie was standing guard in the front. Several
times, our red heeler has lost his mind and eaten a chicken. Quint
mostly is pretty good about ignoring them, but I guess even a good
predator will lose it now and again. Quint isn’t
going to have that problem anymore. While Willie is really gentle and
sweet with humans, allowing himself to be held and petted by any number
of small children and even adults, he seems like he’s very protective
of his girls And he won’t tolerate inappriate
behavior from any uppity dog either. He’s lived with Jack Russells for
a long time, so a heeler is just another nuisance. Oh, we haven’t neglected Quint either. Cas Keel raises blue heelers and we now have Quay Bell, a pretty blue girl. Remy and I are hoping that when Quay Bell grows up, we’re gonna have purple puppies.
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