homework ftc - FLY BY NIGHT
Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:00 pm
FLY BY NIGHT
He's flown the coop he's up and gone, he's nowhere to be seen
So secretive one never knew just where he might have been.
He'd reappear at oddest times and never once seemed ruffled
and where he disappeared to had the whole household kerfuffled
We missed his early morning crow and his barnyard displays
his struttin' and his fluffing his bravado every day
He'd dominate the flighty females flapping round his pen
and sheer agression he would show towards the sheepdogs when
they thought to steal an egg or two from out the laying boxes.
He gave them the same treatment then that he dished out to foxes.
He was just a stroppy rooster with plumage verdant green
with gold highlights upon on his tail. An iridescent sheen
of black as midnight silky soft and sensuous feathers
I think he's really gone this time, he's moved in with the wethers.
And now the girls are lonely each night in the chicken house
for the male has gone and flown the coop – he thinks it is grouse.
Maureen Clifford © 11/10
He's flown the coop he's up and gone, he's nowhere to be seen
So secretive one never knew just where he might have been.
He'd reappear at oddest times and never once seemed ruffled
and where he disappeared to had the whole household kerfuffled
We missed his early morning crow and his barnyard displays
his struttin' and his fluffing his bravado every day
He'd dominate the flighty females flapping round his pen
and sheer agression he would show towards the sheepdogs when
they thought to steal an egg or two from out the laying boxes.
He gave them the same treatment then that he dished out to foxes.
He was just a stroppy rooster with plumage verdant green
with gold highlights upon on his tail. An iridescent sheen
of black as midnight silky soft and sensuous feathers
I think he's really gone this time, he's moved in with the wethers.
And now the girls are lonely each night in the chicken house
for the male has gone and flown the coop – he thinks it is grouse.
Maureen Clifford © 11/10
we tend to remember how pretty they can be but forget how annoying, (not to mention stroppy), they can be as well. Haven't seen many roosters in backyards since I was a kid not that many lasted long back then anyway. The first time they attacked my Mum was also the last time. 
