Post last updated: October 10th, 2018
In living on a rural route, I have learned that animals appear on your doorstep as if out of thin air and without identifying papers. It continues to confound me.
Big Foot and Whiskey showed up at my door almost simultaneously in early 2012. Poppie refers to them as my “dogs” because they follow me around our acreage. Big Foot will follow me right into Poppie’s house (I’m the evening cook) and plops down within three feet of me. He doesn’t come in my house because Whiskey won’t allow it.
A rooster showed up unannounced at Red’s. In Who’s Crazy, I admitted not knowing what to make of Red when she moved in because she had primary red hair the first time I saw her. The rooster made its uninvited presence known in a roosterly fashion. Red’s little dog cornered him in Red’s fenced yard. The ensuing ruckus had Red flying out of the house half-dressed for a rooster rescue. Much to my consternation, Red was allowed to stay.
Now a new critter has shown up at Red’s house on the Southern Rural Route . A baby pig. I knew a big pig was over there because it kept getting out of its pen and running down the street visiting everyone’s yard, including ours.
Just as mysterious as uninvited animals is Mr. Golf Cart’s uncanny ability to be the first to know Southern Rural Route news. I live next door to Red but knew nothing of the new baby pig until Mr. Golf Cart mentioned that he and the Missus went a-callin’. While at Red’s, they also visited with the big pig, Joey the Rabbit and Red the Rooster.
I would rather take in stray cats than roosters because Red’s rooster crows all day long with the enthusiasm of Tarzan beating his chest and there is no way a rooster is crawling in bed with me on cold nights like my cats.
I was relieved when he eventually stopped crowing every five minutes. After several days of this, I finally realized he either went traveling again or he wound up in Red’s frying pan. If he had kept his beak shut, he might have lived happily ever after.