Our manager of chickens, our ds, sheepishly appeared in the doorway yesterday. "What's wrong?" , I asked. "It's Plankton.", was the reply. (Our biggest, baddest rooster) "He's not moving." "What do you mean not moving", I ask? "He attacked me and I hit him with the cow stick and now he's not moving." Maybe you had to be there, but it was a moment to go in the book. I'm glad that ds has a heart, compassion, for the animals that he cares for, I'm also glad that he's not afraid to do what he has to to keep them in line. Turns out, Plankton was just knocked cold. I haven't checked on him yet today, but I sure hope he was smart enough to learn his lesson. He's not a nice guy and I should have gotten rid of him long ago.
Enjoy your week-end.
In His Service,