I swear he is dinner. This time, I think I mean it, even if it means I need to go to the trouble of finding another roo.
The chickens were out in the sheep yard for a little expanded point of view and a little scratching. You'd think he would be in a good mood after that, darn rooster. And, usually, when I come with my magic converted coffee can full of feed, it makes everyone excited and rush for the gate. However, last night, Mister Roo was upset with me and attacked my boot. I noticed that my foot was really stinging, but it wasn't until I took my boots off that I realized he got me right through that rubber. I have a tiny puncture wound which is a lot more painful than you would think such a tiny thing would be. I really hope he didn't give me anything nasty (like staph).
On the home front, three of the four kids are sick today. It made my ride into work very quiet! I am feeling a bit punky myself, but I do have to wait for the college kid (who takes the bus in to get a couple more hours of sleep) to be pau with classes, so I can give her a ride home. My older son was determined to get up and go to school, even though I have been telling him to stay home all week - but today, he said, while still lying down, "I am going." Then he sat up and said, "Never mind, I am staying home." One kid has a terrible headache (I actually believe him) and the other is clutching her stomach (I believe her, too, even though she is quite dramatic).
At least I will get home by 4:00 tonight. It has been a really long week.