Growing up as kids we always had dogs and chickens in the yard. One morning before church, my father decided to heat up a sweet potato in the oven and eat it for breakfast. After getting dressed and getting the rest of us kids ready we were running late . As we were running out the door my dad remembered the potato in the oven and being late he didnt have time to eat it so he picked it up and tossed it out the back door.
We had an old road island red rooster. When we opened the back door he would race up and knock everything out of his way to see if it looked good to eat. The dog and the chickens came up and were looking at the potato, and i guess the rooster just loved sweet potatos. Here he came like he was running for a touch down. He jumped over chickens and under the dog and around the tree. He knocked chickens down and without even investigating it he burried his beak all of the way to his eyeballs in that thing. Then he picked his head up so proudly , like he had won the prize.
The other chickens looked at him as he balanced that potato on his beak. Well if you know anything about sweet potatos when you heat them up to 10 millon degrees and toss them outside they pretty much stay 10 millon degrees for about a day. Well that rooster looked over that potato at the other chickens, looking each one of them in the eye like he had done something special. He looked this way and that, and i guess at that time the heat hit him, and he shook his head, but the potato was still there. He shook it harder and harder but it was stuck. Finally he sat down on his butt, and with both feet pushed it off. He got up, and i didnt know a chicken could spit, but i think he was spitting at it, and then he put one wing down and walked around it shaking his head and spitting at that potato. Every now and then he would jump at it trying to spur it.
The rooster looked at the other chickens, they looked at him, and all at once they jumped and flapped their wings and ran around. They were cackling at him. That was the funnest thing they ever saw. After that, when we tossed out a sweet potato he would run up to it, walk around it, turn and look at it out the side of his head, and say “awwwwwwwww” then touch it with his toe first.
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Im a 51 year young man that moved to the city but now im back in the country about to get some more chickens
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This post was submitted by RANDY.