[ SECRET POST #3964 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3964 ⌋

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[Anthony Bourdain and Asia Argento]


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Comments

Re: Weekend Plans?

[(Anonymous)]

Yep, put it on him in the morning, made sure he couldn't crow but could still eat and breathe, left for work, and came home twelve hours later to find him roosting sans collar. I found it abandoned in the yard the next day. And the neighbors have already heard him, even if it hasn't been at the asscrack of dawn.

I don't really want a rooster and never planned on having one, but now that I've got one I just want him to have a good long life, which is hard to come by for a rooster. No-kill shelters and sanctuaries get inundated with them and the nearest one to me is 40+ miles away (because the zoning there allows for roosters) and adopts them out for $5, which could easily lead to a soup pot or a fighting pit. And I'm pissed because before 2012 it was legal to keep roosters where I am.

A bio teacher at my high school had a whole menagerie of critters, including a rooster that students would walk around the quad with a length of cord tied to his leg, so he could eat grass and bugs. Crossing my fingers the middle school across the road will take him.