The Tale of Randall, Part 2

a rooster so infamous that he needs a chapter book

I woke up one day to an adolescent rooster trying to crow. I had waited as long as I could, but it seemed like Randall Pancake’s time residing at our home was coming to its close. There are no roosters allowed on residential property in our county, which also means it is incredibly difficult to re-home a rooster, too. I tried and tried to find Randall a new home, but no one wanted him. I decided the only logical solution was to… bring Randall to work.

To capture him, we had to wait until dark. Randall Pancake may be friendly, but he did NOT want to be captured in the slightest. I thought this was a brilliant plan! Randall would eat the weeds for me, crow as much as he needed to, and be my companion while I enjoyed lunch on the patio. The idealized version of rooster owning at the workshop was naturally not how things went, as they never go according to plan. I did not anticipate him: eating food right off of my plate, guarding me and crowing at anyone who walked by, and last but not least, the dogs being free in the yard and bothering him. They had paid no mind to the chickens at home, but this was new territory.

Cameron let the dogs out, turned off the lights, locked up, came outside to get in his car, and found white feathers everywhere. Randall was missing, too! After searching all over the property, Cameron located Randall playing dead under a part of the fence. The question still remained, though, “What on earth happened?” We decided to roll the security tapes to find out.

Randall flew and made a sudden movement, startling Bennet. Bennet began to chase Randall, and Farrah joined in. They cornered him, and Farrah, who is much faster, caught him. She proceeded to run around in her mouth like a prized toy. The dogs have been in lots of dog training, and this is like their “trophy”. Somehow, he survived, but he wanted out of the wooden walls that kept him in our yard.