Frank's 2nd Reprieve

   Young Frank.

Older Frank.

Frank now.

You may remember that we once had 4 roosters. Well I liked Frank the most and that's why I gave him a name. Then the other roosters ganged up on him and almost killed him. So I rescued him and put him in the garage and nursed him back to health. In the mean time I dispatched the other roosters. As Frank got older he became a bit agressive, although it's his job to protect his flock. He attacked me a couple of times and Gramma too. Well it seems he only did it if I had my white tennis shoes on or was wearing shorts, and when Gramma was wearing her pink and white rubber boots or shorts. Well yesterday he attacked me from behind when I went into the barn and wouldn't stop until I got the chicken stick and whacked him and chased him into the trees. Needless to say I was hopping mad. I went to the house and got the .22. When I went to look for him I couldn't find him, and I looked good. Well I put the gun back in the house and went back to work. A little while later I saw two chickens running toward the haybine and I heard Frank crow. So I walked over to the haybine and looked and just then Frank walked out from behind it. He turned and when he saw me he he turned back and ran into the woods like his tail was on fire. I had to laugh cause it looked so funny. So I guess I'll let him live awhile longer and stop wearing my tennys in the barn. He is a handsome boy.