Chicken Traders

“Honest scales and balances are from the Lord; all the weights in the bag are of his making.” Proverbs 16:11

Yesterday was the official passing of the torch in chickendom.


My old (and when I say old, I mean 3 or 4 years) rooster had become a nuisance. His son, Betty, had officially become the dominant rooster, and with no hens of his own, the old rooster just kept everyone all stirred up.

My hub took the kids and the rooster down to the sale barn in hopes of getting $10 for the rooster. He was fancy with his poufy head feathers after all. Unfortunately, no one seemed to be interested in buying a rooster yesterday no matter how interesting he was.


It was getting hot, and the kids were beginning to get impatient, so they began to walk around, asking people if they wanted to buy a rooster. Well, now how you say no to my two cute little boys?


One of the chicken traders told my kids that he would give them a baby chick and two dollars for the rooster. Sold!


My oldest son picked out a black chick with a white stripe down its chest and my youngest took the cash.


He then promptly bought an extremely small and extremely loud baby chick. He carries it around in a little plastic snack container and coddles it nearly to death. It still has its egg tooth so it can’t be more than a couple of days old. I’m okay with the coddling because that is the only time the thing is quiet. The reason is because…


It is a guinea.


Great.


Yet another baby chick and a guinea.


Remind me not to use these chicken traders again.