How did I get here?

It had started to drizzle a little rain, but I was safe from any saturation under the awning of the tool shed. I practically live in there.

I watched, as David came around the back end of my brother’s jacked up F-250. He’s so cocky…always strutting around like he’s God’s gift and all…but I couldn’t help a smile as he shook out his wet, black curls.

He usually avoids me. I suppose that’s because I’m rather new to this place, and he hasn’t quite figured out whether or not he likes me. Much to my surprise though, he sauntered right up to me. He wouldn’t look at me, as he shifted his feet, but I said my morning salutations anyway. “Mornin’ Dave.”

His response was to just slowly walk away.

When he made it to the pens, he called the out to Bonita and she came running to him. He really isn’t popular with the girls at all, that is, except when he has food. I don’t even blame them for using him like that. All’s fair and all…but to be honest, I feel a little sorry for him. It seems like everyone picks on him, and even my brother says he doesn’t like him and that he doesn’t know why he keeps him around.

It’s almost like he stands out, because he’s so short. That’s crazy…but, even crazier is that he doesn’t let it phase him at all. Hell, I watched him fight Cornelius the other day, and who’s a whole head taller than David, but it was Cornelius that was bleeding when it was over.

So, I recon that I don’t care if David hasn’t warmed up to me yet. I like him anyway.

David is a Frizzle Cochin Bantam.

David is one of many different breeds of chickens here, at the Angry Kitty Ranch.

So, how did I get here? That’s a good question…one that I have to ask myself more often than not.

It all started with an invite from my sister-in-law, asking me to come up for a surprise birthday party for my brother…and that’s a whole other story…CHEERS!