photograph by Audrey Pavia
Mr. Molly and Mr. Mabel had to acquire how to just ferment it out among themselves .
Last calendar month , I blogged about my two roosters , Mr. Mabel and Mr. Molly . I was feeling grateful that they had n’t gotten into their annual brawl . plain , I jinxed myself because , the other day , the two of them went at it .
I ’m not sure what get going it , but when the battle commence , I materialise to be outside . Mr. Molly was probably trying to make sexy time with one of the hen , and when Mr. Mabel stress to chase him off , Mr. Molly turn to present him instead of operate out . All I know is that when I looked over at them , they were bow down , cheek to face , their hackles put up straight up .
Before I could respond , they jump at each other . They stuck , and then jumped back , over and over again . I ran for thegardenhose — the only thing I know that will break them up — and squirted them with a unassailable jet of piss . It took a few seconds , but they stop push and bleed in paired directions .
Convinced I had broken up the battle , I went back to groomingMilagroandRiofor atrail ride . All was muted until I hop on up on Milagro , hold Rio ’s lead rope . I project to “ pony ” my young horse off my Old horse as a mode of getting him used to the trail . I then saw the rooster move at it again . This time , they were n’t just pecking at each other ; they were raking each other with their spurs .
It takes quite a moment of effort to untie and hold two horses and keep control of them while mounting up on one while at the same fourth dimension holding the other by a lead - up forget me drug . I did n’t want to start that operation all over again by getting off to get the garden hosiery , so I had the brainy approximation of trying to fright the campaign roosters with the horses ’ hooves . I depend upon Milagro , with Rio in tow , the right way up to where the two cock were sparring . I moved Milagro the right way next to the doll ; his front infantry were inches from them . But they were oblivious . I aboveboard opine the horses could have step on them and they would n’t have cared .
As I sat helplessly on my sawhorse , I remembered what an experiencedchickenkeeper once told me about roosters who live together : When they get into a fight , you have to let them forge it out . It made sense . The two have lived in harmony for all their lives , with an occasional fuss in the springiness . They always manage to figure it out . So I decided to allow them to their own devices .
When I got back from my trail ride , I was n’t well-chosen to see that they had blood on their brain and cervix feather , but they were back to get along . patently , after some pecking and prodding , they decided to call it quits . Seems all is well again in chicken land .
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