Oh little Ozzy, Wozzy, Pozzy, Snozzy; The Great OZ.
Why, oh why, do you have to be so sweet?
Why couldn’t you be a flighty, scary, bite your hand. kind of little rooster?
It would make things so much easier. When its time to give you away.
Instead, your the sweetest, cuddly, little fall asleep in your lap, type of rooster and I am going to miss you so much.
*Don’t worry Ozzy will be going to live with my in laws once he starts crowing (hopefully not for a long time). He will have a great free ranging life style with plenty of girlfriends.
**be sure to check out my new The Chickens page, to learn more about me and my chickens.