We have lost our rooster, a laying hen and a young hen. We're not sure what got them, put they are no where to be found! It's quite around here with the rooster...
Knox has been out two or three times looking for the chickens. He especially has been looking for Mr. Bojangles, our rooster. Bojangles was not a big rooster but a pretty friendly rooster that watched over his hens.
Knox came in from one of his hunts looking kind of sad. I asked what was wrong. He said, "I can't understand what happened to Mr. Bojangles."
"Well, son, something got him and the other chickens," I stated.
"I know, but how or the hens going to roost now."
"What did you say?" I questioned, not sure I heard him just right.
"You know, how are the hens going to roost," Knox said.
I am doing everything I can to not laugh out loud or try to act like I was laughing. I thought I understood what he was talking about but I had to make sure.
I asked, "What do you mean?"
"Moma, you know how Mr. Bojangles always roosted on the hens. That was how the hens layed their eggs. Now we're not going to have any eggs!"
Well it looks like Mr. Bojangles not only helped the hens with their eggs, he taught Knox about the birds and the bees! Goes to show you that kids raised in the country don't live sheltered lives!!