Last evening, Brett and I were invited to join some neighbors, who live on the dirt road behind us, for pizza. On our way there, we came upon a large pick-up truck parked to the side of the road and two people chasing after the roosters. We immediately recognized one of them as the daughter of a neighbor who lives in the area, although not on the dirt road. As she snagged one of the roosters and carried him to the back-seat of the truck, the man introduced himself as the boyfriend of the girl's mother.
He said that since the girlfriend has a lot of property, she decided to rescue the roosters and let them roam around her place. I wasn't surprised. This neighbor and her daughter have been very involved with animal rescue in our community. They are good people.
As the tail end of a chicken disappeared into the blackberry bushes, the boyfriend grimaced. "We've got both roosters, that was a hen we brought along to help us catch them."
"Good idea," I said. "And good luck getting that hen out of the bushes."
We thanked them for taking the roosters and drove on to our pizza gathering.
There we learned that the people living in a small, log rental cabin on the road were moving out. They had 19 hens and three roosters. They found someone to take the hens, but no takers for the roosters -- so they just turned them loose. It explained why we saw one rooster for a day, before it was joined by the second. I'm guessing the third rooster became coyote food. No one has seen (or heard) him.
All the residents of the dirt road are happy to see this couple go. They moved in, with their aggressive dog, less than a year ago. They blacked out all the windows, and then a steady stream of cars -- driving far too fast -- started driving up and down the road. Sometimes the cars raced up during the day, and sometimes at night. They never stayed more than ten minutes. Neighbors told us that cars driving up in the wee hours of the morning would pull up to the house, blink their lights, execute some sort of transaction, and then drive off again. In the past two months, sheriff deputies have been at the cabin numerous times.
So, we are glad to see them go and we're happy their roosters (or two of them, anyway) found a home.
Just don't understand all the traffic at that house, especially in the early morning hours. Must have been showing "Net-flicks" 24/7. That's the only reason I can think of.
ReplyDeleteGood riddance, say I. Did they ever find their chicken?
ReplyDeleteYes, they were able to get their chicken and all are safely at their home.
DeleteOmigosh, miss a couple of days and I missed a whole new adventure!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to hear that the roosters now have a nice home and that your rental house neighbors are gone! Sounds like quite an adventure!
Glad the roosters found a home and hope they found the hen. My guess is that it might have been drug deals going down or something like that. Good riddance.
ReplyDeleteI had neighbors like that once. I was living in an old home near a college and the residents were a hodge-podge. It seemed like the police just overlooked it. One day, I woke up and someone had spray-painted a large arrow in the middle of the road pointing to that house with the words "Drug Dealers." After that, the police started raiding them and they were soon gone. A nice family moved in and renovated the house. Happy Ending.
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