A couple weeks ago, if you would have told Iggy that we were going to have a chicken anywhere on our property, he would have busted out in tears. Iggy had a bad experience with a sassy rooster once while we were helping a friend with a garage sale. Buffington the Rooster was about as cocky as they come, and had no qualms about chasing Iggy. I told Iggy to stand his ground, and that running from the rooster would make it worse...but I guess its hard to believe Mama when a giant (GIANT!!) Buff Orphington is coming at you with his beak to "peck your face off."
That day scarred Iggy and now whenever we visit anyone with chickens, he literally cries if they are outside of a coop and ten feet from him.
I cannot believe his mean ol' mom was contemplating getting chickens this spring.
So imagine my surprise when the other day a stray rooster shows up...and one day later we have this:
Iggy has decided that he needs to feed him every morning.
He also informed me that he can talk to chickens and that the rooster informed Iggy that his name was to be Mr. Brownie Ba-gawk.
I think its quite possible that Iggy now has a case of chicken love!
To see what else is going on at our house in chicken world (we're hatching eggs!), check out my other blog.