trystinn | File under: How did this happen?

I'm giving penicillin injections to our wounded rooster.

Short story: Boo, Kevin's dog, managed to corner the Marans in the duck pen (not sure how an arthritic old dog got in the pen in the first place) and bit one of the cockerels. After a few days of supportive care, we gave up and took him to the local hippy vet. Needless to say, taking a young rooster into a veterinarian office is quite the show stopper. We were then upstaged by two calves arriving in a horse trailer.

Funny story: I was in the market buying milk and coffee, when an older woman took my elbow. I looked over, eyebrows raised, to ask what I could do for her.
Her: I promised myself I wouldn't ask, but I simply must know.
Me: Okay, what's the question?
Her: I don't mean to pry, but I have to ask - was that a rooster in your car?
Me: Yes, we took him to the vet to have an injury treated.
Her: (patting my elbow) See, now I have a story to tell at dinner!
Me: It's a good one.
Her: For clarification's sake, what type of rooster?
Me: Black Copper Maran.
Her: Thank you!
Me: You're welcome.

And then I walked by the refrigerated egg case and sneered.