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Wednesday, May 27, 2020

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes Idabelle Aylor!

Good Morning Friends!

Well, we've made it to the last week of May. Many states are beginning to open up for business - though I'd venture to say "as usual" is not the case and won't be for quite sometime, if ever. We've heard of several local businesses who are permanently closed due to the financial strain this virus has had on the economy. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who is personally affected in any way by Covid-19!

Enough about that though. Idabelle Aylor is brand new to our blog so please show her a huge, warm WELCOME and let's see what she has to say today.....

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When I opened my personal Facebook account the other day it showed me a memory from six years ago. I don’t usually re-post those but this one, this one was special, so I had to save it. Just to get the ball rolling, have any of you ever had an attack rooster? Yep, that’s right, an attack rooster. Apparently, it’s not as uncommon as I first thought. But, for my family, it was a brand-new experience.

Let me start off by saying that this Rhode Island Red rooster was hand fed strawberries, apples, and whatever other fruit happened to be handy, from the time it was a chick until it was given to us by an acquaintance. OK, in our defense, we did hand feed him fruit from time to time but we needed him to be our hens’ rooster, their guardian, their protector! He had it made at our place, free range of all the acreage, hens, endless bugs, and that wasn’t even the least of it.

So, we get him home and we’re all excited for our new addition to the family. Everything was great...until...it wasn’t anymore. No one is quite sure what went wrong in his little head, except maybe...puberty? Our son said maybe the rooster, Red was his name, was angry with us for not hand feeding him like he was accustomed to. Mmm, maybe. But, whatever it was that triggered him, it set him off good.

It started one day when I went out for a run. It was a nice morning and felt good to be out. I walked down our driveway toward the road and, before putting on my headphones, I heard quickly approaching footsteps from behind. Turning to see what was behind me, I saw Red, running full force on his little chicken legs, toward me. I thought he was coming to say ‘hi’ so I talked real nice to him. I quickly realized the error in my assumption as he flew at me, spurs readied. He got me really good a couple times before I picked up a stick and swung it at him. He left me alone then but wasn’t done terrorizing the family.

After a few weeks, when everyone had had a run in with the rooster, and the kids had learned to listen and beware, you could walk outside and see the sides of the driveway were littered with sticks, waiting to be used as protection against the rogue Rhode Island Red rooster named Red.

Of course, we all laugh at the memories of it now, but at the time, it was almost scary to hear those fast little chicken feet coming up behind you in such a frenzy. 

Idabelle Aylor is a small-town girl who has done big town things during her life. Since she was a girl, people watching and family stories have gotten her creative juices flowing like mad, and because of that she’s had stories brewing in her head, fighting to get out and down on paper, since she can remember. When she isn’t curled up on the couch, or porch swing, or in her little trailer named ‘Story’ writing her next greatest work of art, she’s hanging with her best friend/husband and her crazy kiddos.

Find her books by visiting her Amazon Author Page.

Wow...I know what you mean about being chased/attacked by a rooster, Idabelle! I remember the fear and pain myself.

Thanks for sharing your story with us. We wish you the BEST of luck and God's blessings with your writing.

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends. Don't forget to leave a comment - I'll be drawing for my monthly gift card giveaway next week!

Until next time take care and God bless.


Alicia Dean said...

Oh my gosh...no, I've never had an attack rooster, and I wouldn't want to. Who'd have thought you'd have to defend yourself against a rooster? I could see a horror story coming out of this...hmmm... Thanks for sharing...best wishes!

D. V. Stone said...

I grew up around chickens. We had a fellow named Roaster Rooster because he always came so close to touching the electric fence. Best of luck with your writing endeavors. D. V. 🦉

Barbara Britton said...

Hi Idabelle. What an interesting rooster story. Did you keep Red for long? I think I would have gone running with goggles and a raincoat. All the best with your novel.

Jacqueline Seewald said...


That is a great story!

Barbara Bettis said...

I grew up around chickens, but we never had a rooster quite so aggressive! I'm curious--what ever happened to Red? Loved the post!

Mary Preston said...

I have had chickens go for me but usually because I was the one holding the grain.

Alina K. Field said...

Time for some fried chicken, lol!

Idabelle Aylor said...

Hi All! Thank you so much for all your feedback on my rooster story. I have actually been wanting to write this story for a long time. Just a crazy chicken that left us with lots of stories! When we "adopted" the rooster we promised NOT to eat him. So, when he got to be too much, we found a home that suited him better.
Once again, thank you all for your great comments! I was going to respond individually but couldn't figure out how! LOL!
Have a great weekend!