After doing chores this morning, I was thinking about my dear pal Roy and I realized I have never shared him with you all. Now for all of you folks who don’t want to hear about my attack rooster, that’s ok…come back another day, and I’ll probably have something else that will entertain you that doesn’t have to do with farm animals.

You see, Roy is my rooster. We have lots of chickens, plenty of roosters mixed in with the hens, but Roy is mine. He only likes me. Typically, hubby would get rid of mean roosters and I wouldn’t bat my lashes….but, no one touches MY rooster.

It all began three years ago *cue sentimental romantic music*. It was spring when the new chicks started growing up. Hens started laying eggs, roosters started their juvenile crowing and sexually harrassing the hens, and well, Roy started following me around. No matter how many times I told Roy to go with the flock and explained that every chicken matures at their own rate, he’d hear me step out of the house and come running as fast as any chicken can run.

He did eventually grow up. He crowed at 2am, 3am, 4am and when the other roosters started at 5am, Roy shut up. Not one to follow the crowd, or dress in the latest fashion, he remained an odd duck in a sea of chickens. Then one day, he snapped! He couldn’t take the pressure that the chicken society put on him and his poor wee lil’ brain got overloaded. Overnight, he turned into ninja Roy Lee.

No one is safe around Roy Lee, except me. His devotion, support, and unconditional love has endeared him to my heart. To the rest of the family, well…they hate him with a passion. He is known to hide behind trees and stalk his prey. Leap from tall branches to swoop down on their heads. He’s gave more than a few people a high kick and dug his spurs into the back of their shirts or their pant leg. Yet, around me, he gathers bugs and drops them at my feet. He struts around me spreading his feathers, and doing the chicken mating dance. He attacks any dog or cat that gets too close to me and gazes at me with one beady little eye that twinkles.

I don’t know how many times I’ve walked outside only to catch hubby holding poor Roy Lee by the feet upside down threatening to chop his head off. I don’t care that Hubby says Roy Lee started the fight first. He only weighs 3 1/2 lbs to hubby’s 200 lb manly body. Duh!

I think hubby finally came to the conclusion that Roy Lee is here to stay, because earlier this summer he came home and nailed a sign on the front porch that said….

WARNING: Attack Rooster on Duty