Okay, we now had a liveable house with all the necessary conveniences, an orchard, vineyard, and a large garden. What now? Why, of course, we should raise some livestock.
Wade's class in school was hatching some eggs to educate the kiddies about animal husbandry and each one had an egg they were in charge of. Well, they hatched, some died, actually most died, but Wade's lived and survived and he was able to bring home one of our earliest farm animals.
Wade named him "Bowser", of course. He generally had the run of the place. He got along with the dogs and survived life outside but he was a real pain. His bathroom habits were not good and he was a fairly useless critter. Finally, we talked Wade into giving Bowser to my brother, Bob, because Bob had some hens and was wanting a rooster.
I wish video had been available back then because it would have been priceless of Billy, Wade, and me trying to catch Bowser to send him to my brother's place. He was fast and we didn't have anywhere to corner him and he could turn quicker than we could. For a while, it was great sport trying to catch the chicken.
After we all had some scratches and skint knees, I decided that we had to put some thought in it and I took a wire coat hanger and straightened it out and put a small crook in the end to catch his foot with and we tried to catch him again.
We finally caught him and sent him to my brother's happy farm with hens to keep him company that was just down the road . Well, I would like to tell you that Bowser lived to be an old rooster with many grandchicks but such was not to be. Apparently, Bowser was just as annoying at Bob's place because later Wade asked Bob how Bowser was and Bob said, "A little gamey". Bowser, RIP......
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
C. S. Lewis
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