On Thursday I said goodbye to Pasty Butt.
My beautiful boy was just not meant for city living. I'd have kept him if I could but I didn't want the neighbors complaining about his crowing. I know I know. I come across like a bad ass when talking about the neighbors but I do have to live here and despite my growing disgust with how rude and annoying they can be at times I just couldn't overlook the fact that he was crowing his ass off . I have to admit that there are things I will do just to be a bitch but keeping a rooster within the city limits is not one of them. That just would have been ornery on my part and unfair to him in all his roosteryness.
It took a while but I finally found the little guy a good home. I put an ad out on line (not a good idea and will never do it again) and when that failed to produce an acceptable result I started calling around to the animal hospitals out in the neighboring boonies and I got lucky. He was adopted by a farm vet with a flock of his own who was only too happy to have a young rooster - something about needing another stud. After assurances that he wouldn't eat him (which was the problem with the responses on line - WTF??!!! Don't tell me you're gonna eat him for crying out loud - he's my frikkin' pet!) I took him on a long ride out to the country.
D. helped me get him into the carrier but the 30 min drive out to the country I made alone with my boy.
Before the vet's assistant took him to the back to swap out the carrier I reached in through the cage wire to stroke his feathers and coo my goodbye ...
Ungrateful little fucker pecked me on the webby part of my right hand. Should have let his little ass get et up. My broke heart healed up rather nicely after that and I bumped some Katy Perry all the way home.
C'est la vie!