We have a stalker...

We have a stalker~ he has 2 feet, feathers and a beak...

We have a neighboring rooster that keeps coming over and trying to court our hens. Our sweet little hens that we purchased for the kids at Easter time. Well, I hate to break it to this rooster but my hens are not available for courting.

We bought these little "pets" because we want eggs. You see, we live on a "working farm" and that means if you are not human then you must work for us. Ok, don't tell the kids but when they get a little older they will have to work too! (Any good self-respecting farmer knows that the sooner you get the kids trained the sooner you get to stay in bed all day watching educational television like Jersey Shore or The Young and the Restless.)

Anyway, the hens are getting to the egg laying phase of their lives and we DO NOT want fertilized eggs so the rooster must stay off our property!

Well, Wes had a conversation with him yesterday and guess what? Now the rooster is standing in the road in front of our driveway and trying to LURE them onto his property! The nerve of this guy...

Later as I was going about my household chores, I heard the hens squawking so I went out to check on them. Low and behold there was that rooster sneaking along the side of our property along the tree line so he could make a quick escape into the trees if Wes tried to "talk" to him again. I couldn't believe it. He is a sneaky rooster. I can see we must brush up on some new scare tactics.

About 10 minutes later, I heard one of the hens clucking and making an announcement. "It must be laying an egg!", I said with excitement. As I ran to the french doors to look out I saw something round and white laying by the hen. Oh, the excitement really began to build now. We have our first egg. We are true farmers. I have to go wake up the kids so they can see this.

Before I went to wake the household, I decided to go out and investigate for myself. I ran into the laundry room and past the bathroom where my husband was... well, never mind.

I yelled, "Honey, come quick, I think we have an egg. I think one of the chickens just laid an egg!!"

As I rounded the house to the spot where the hen was sitting I see that it wasn't an egg at all. It was a white, round GOLF BALL! A GOLF BALL!!!

I just know that rooster was standing in the woods laughing at me. I KNOW he planted that golf ball.

I came inside and told Wes about it and that is when he reminded me that our hens lay brown eggs, not white eggs!

Oh yeah, gosh...this farming thing is mentally exhausting!