Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Ruling the Roost

As most of you know, I now have a rooster. I had him in my mudroom at the other house and he stayed all the time in a large dog crate. Now that he has an entire backyard to play in, he's dang near obnoxious. His name is Rupert.

And he thinks he's human.

Off of the master bedroom we have a patio room. It's like a sunroom - all windows all around. Of course, we're in the country now and it's PITCH black outside at night. With the patio light on, I can't see into the yard.

Whenever I would smoke, I'd go out into the backyard to light up and I'd walk around and talk to Rupert and Choxie (the mini-pony). They followed me around, loving my stories and thrilled to being spoiled by this whacko-chick as I fed them treats while out there. Well, apparently Rupert is to the point that if he hears my voice at ALL, I MUST be talking to HIM.

I was sitting out on the patio talking to Shari on the phone. It was night, I couldn't see out, and just yakkin' it up and blah blah blah. Out of the blue, this SLAMMING vibrates all the windows. I crapped my pants then went outside to look at what was thrown against the window. There sits Rupert, cocking his head to one side and staring at me. The crazy freakin' rooster had body slammed the window trying to get in!!! I muttered, went and sat back down and figured, well, it's glass. Maybe he thought he could get in, but now he knows better.

Ha.

Five minutes later, when my heart-rate had finally gone back to normal, SLAM!!! I go back outside to shoo him away and he's sitting under the window literally shaking his head. My crazy-ass rooster almost knocked himself stupid. Man. But he hasn't done it again since. He may be a slow learner, but he's a learner, nonetheless.

Well, the younger two kids have a room "downstairs". It's this great big giant room that we used to put all the boxes in at first when we got here. We call it "downstairs" because you have to go down like two-three whole steps. We're weird that way. I sent Carly down there to get me something, and she starts screaming.

I'm thinking, "Good grief, NOW what?" B was on shift, so I'm home in the dark country with kids by myself - no telling what I was going to have to deal with. I ran to the door, three other kids right up my butt following me, and stop dead in my tracks.

There's Rupert.

Inside.

Apparently the door had come open from the backyard. He'd used boxes like steps til he was perched up on the highest one, so I was basically face and face with this big, honkin' rooster staring at me, content there with the heater on and giving me this look like, "Whatcha think YOU'RE going to do about it, lady?"

Well, I didn't KNOW what I was going to do about it! I was a good 20 feet from the backdoor and the idea how to shoo him out! B had picked him up once. I'm standing there as Rupert stares at me with one eye (he always looks at me from the side... bugs me to no end) and trying to remember what all B had said. Thinner than he looks - all those feathers are really nothing. He put the wings between his index and middle fingers to keep him from flapping around. Okay, okay. Right. Finally, I just GRAB the damn bird.

He's squawking. I'm freaking. His wings are flapping a mile a minute, his little talons just a flinging in the air like he's running on the wind. I'm running for the back door so that if I drop him, at least I'll be close to it to shoo him out. Well, the kids were standing near there and here I come at them running with a squawking, flapping pissed off rooster at them, so THEY all start screaming and squealing and running in different directions.

I get to the backdoor and toss him out.

Then I called my mother and cried. She laughed and called me an idiot. I felt much, much better after that.

15 comments:

wolfie said...

sorry to laugh at your expense but HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I've done the 'grab' the rooster thing before & I still remember it!!!!

Mo said...

LMAO....yeah, leave it to mom to get right to the heart of the matter...

;)

Cathy/Tryintwo said...

Forget writing raunchy love stories----This is WAY better, chica!!! Keep 'em coming!!!!!!

Lynn Daniels said...

BWAHAHAHAHA! Sorry to laugh, but this is freaking funny! I can totally picture this whole scenario.

Glad your mom made you feel better.

Val said...

Brenda, I'm new to the blog scene...and I just left a message and forgot to publish...ugh! So, hope you don't get a double...let's see if I can remember what I said now...Okay..new to the blog scene, yada yada.. okay I remember now... I'll admit I have stopped by a few times (shaking head in shame) but I finally got the nerve to leave a comment thanks to Rupert! He put me over the edge! Honey, why don't you have a column? You need to be gettin' paid for this! Take it from someone who idolizes Dave Barry...you've got a goal mine syndication goin' on here. You need to be contacting newspapers! You are a natural...And now, when you make it big...I'll be able to say, "I left that girl a comment!" Best of Luck to you Brenda!

Brenda Bradshaw said...

LOL Val! What a sweet compliment. I had one that found my blog that emailed me and said I was a cross between Dave Barry and Stephen King - best compliment ever!!!

d_evans said...

OMG-I'm rolling over here. I can totally picture you picking up that rooster and tossing it! My mom would have laughed at me too Bren.

Kat said...

It's pretty funny that the cock only looks at you with one eye. Ironic, really.

Brenda Bradshaw said...

God, Kat, you're nasty. I'm on the phone with Shari right now and she laughed and said to you, "Only YOU would notice something like that!"

Duke_of_Earle said...

Whoa! I'll leave that last comment (from Katari) alone and just say, "Great post, B.B.!" Now I remember why I kept coming back here for a month when all you had up was "Moving sucks."

John

doc-t said...

first of all... "I shall eviscerate you in ficiton..."

A Knight's Tale... yes?

now.. the rooster storyu... I'm having a hard time typing

cause i cant stop laughing as i try to picture it... this story is just too good!@!!

Brenda Bradshaw said...

LOL John!! Sorry to keep you waiting. Bren's got her groove back and there are no funks - so expect a lot from me this year!!!

Hi there, doc! Yes, A Knight's Tale - VERY GOOD!!! You're the first person to ever ask me that. Rock on. These stories I post on this blog are, sadly *le sigh*, 100% true. My life IS chaos defined and man, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I reserve the right to retract that last sentence at any time. :P

Dy said...

OH MY LORD!! I almost split my sides laughing....Brenda I can *PICTURE* that scene so vividly...knowing you as I do...is that scary or what?? LMAO!

I agree- you need a column!! I LOVE reading these blurbs of yours and THESE are what I'd get a kick out of if I were reading a newspaper - I'd LOVE it!!!

Seriously! Look into it!

Brenda Bradshaw said...

If I had a clue where to start with it, I might. But since I don't, well, you guys are my "audience".

Suffer!!

Yanno, like I do! On the farm! With the cock from the utter bowels OF HELL!!!!

Yeah, that may be a little drastic. I tend to overexaggerate sometimes. A little. Not much.

Kinda.

Terry said...

You hoot! Thanks for the laugh....

Yeah, you're a dork.

My mom would have peed her pants if it had been me. Of course, you have more balls then I do. I think I would have just let Rupert rot.

LOL