RANDY THE ROOSTER

     A farmer wanted to have his hens serviced, so he went to the market looking for a rooster. He was hoping he could get a special rooster and told this to the market vendor.

     The vendor replied: "I have just the rooster for you. Randy here is the horniest rooster you will ever see!"                                              

     So the farmer bought Randy and took him back to the farm. Before setting him loose in the hen house, though, he gave Randy a little pep talk: "Randy," he said, "I'm counting on you to do your stuff." And with that, Randy strutted into the hen house.

     Randy was as fast as he was furious, mounting each hen like a thunderbolt. There was much squawking and many feathers flying, till Randy had finished having his way with each hen. But, Randy didn't stop there.

Randy went into the barn and mounted all of the horses, one by one, and still at the same frantic pace.

Then he went to the pig house, where he did the same.

     The farmer, watching all of this with disbelief cried out, "Stop, Randy! You'll kill yourself!" But Randy continued, seeking out each farm animal in the same manner.

     Well, the next morning, the farmer looked out and saw Randy lying there on his lawn. His legs were up in the air, his eyes rolled back, and his long tongue hanging out. A buzzard was already circling above Randy.

     The farmer walked up to Randy saying, "Oh you poor thing, look what you did, you've gone and killed yourself. I warned you, little buddy."

     "Shhhhhhh," Randy whispered, "The buzzard's getting closer."

Needless to say our rooster isn't getting a visit from a buzzard. We lost one of our roosters today. We have no idea what happened. I went in around 1pm to check on them and there he was, just inside the door lying there. Of course there i was screaming, not knowing what to do. My mom gets out there and picks him up and it was obvious, (by the way, if you havent already noticed i cant spell) his neck was broken. But there was no sign of a fight. No extra feathers lying around, no blood, no wounds, nothing. All the other chickens were off the ground and wouldnt get off their perches. So we were to 'chicken shit', no pun intended, to eat him so we buried him!! What great farmers we are. Couldnt even eat our own chicken.  

     On to happier news. We finished fencing the other field and got the cows moved into there. They seem very happy!! Well, Im pretty tired so i guess there isnt really much else to say! Except onto the next field!!   SB