Brooster the mean rooster - RIP and good riddance.

After Saturday's ordeal with three unwanted goats, we still had a ton of work to do and the thought of doing it kept us IN bed and not really wanting to start the day.

Then I heard the wretched squeal of a hurting animal. We have a brand new dog, another Great Pyrenese and one we rescued from some nasty folks in Bastrop who, if they didn't abuse it, came close to it. The way the man handled the dog spoke worlds about why the dog cowered in a corner of their horse trailer and feared humans. He was flea-infested and sticker-bur saturated, not to mention smelling of oil that came from a cart that was also inside the horse trailer. This man didn't deserve to have a dog or any of the other creatures, including the horses and goats they owned.

The dog was born to one of his livestock guardian Pyrenese and the man said he found it in the field. He thought coyotes had gotten the rest of the puppies. He advertised this puppy on Craig's list claiming that the dog was 8 months old. When we saw it and what it looked like, I watched Mike's face and read it as "I don't think so" but he asked me quietly if I wanted it and I was adamant about it. Yes. I wanted it. If nothing else, to save the creature from this horrid human being. We paid 75.00 for it.

We've had the dog, which is really about 8 WEEKS old (not 8 months) since last Monday. As soon as we brought it home, we proceeded to terrorize it by bathing it and giving it food (it didn't recognize what a container was and tried to eat the container instead of the food). Then we put him into a stall for a few days with lots of food and water. We let him out on Thursday and he found a cozy, hidden place behind the shed and under some wood piles to hide and sleep. Unfortunately, we didn't know this and spent an entire evening trying to find him on the 15 acres. After a few hours of this Mike and I were pretty depressed about losing it and around sundown, I wanted to check one last time, to see if we'd just missed it... and sure enough, I saw him coming out from behind the shed. We fed him more, but we didn't put him back in a stall. The next day, he did the same thing and again, we thought he disappeared. Just before evening, he came out again from his hiding place. (who WOULDN'T want to hide during these hot Texas summer days?)

Fast forward to Sunday morning. We didn't want to get out of bed, but I heard this yelp from the barnyard and looked out the bedroom window to see Brooster attacking the poor puppy (who's literally no bigger than a bread basket.) Brooster reared up and rolled the puppy on his back and then attacked again.

This isn't the first time Brooster had attacked creatures and we thought he'd grow out of it, but he didn't. We can't have a mean rooster because we have some many docile creatures and young goats. He's even attacked Barbecue, our older Great Pyrenese. This rooster, though, is a little funny and would often put his head in a corner of the barn, talking to himself and stomping his feet.

Mike and I get dressed quickly, go to the barnyard and go through the ordeal of capturing Brooster. Mike wrung his neck and although that's normally my job (wringing chickens' necks), I think it was good for him to do it.

But then this means it's chicken processing time. We get to try out the new chicken plucker that he built for me. I killed another roo that we raised just for eating. If you think this is cruel, examine your eating habits and discover where the chicken you eat comes from. You'd understand WHY we want to raise and eat our own birds. It's healthier and the chickens are fed better and not treated inhumanely.

Anyway, when you process chickens, you have to let them sit a few days in ice to let the meat relax. We tried killing one of the birds and eating it fresh, but were very disappointed in the small size and quality of the bird. We have around 40 of these birds and now do not know if they'll be good enough to supply us with chicken for the year. Having to go back to store-bought chicken? Yuck. Yuck.

So Brooster is no more. And now the animals will feel more comfortable in the barnyard and maybe this little puppy, who's been bashed by humans, goats and a rooster, will survive and thrive. He's still around. Maybe he'll stay. I'm definitely giving him a piece of chicken when Brooster's ready to barbecue.