I dropped my son off at Los Gatos Rowing Club.
I turned right toward the upper side of the Lexington Reservoir. Most parents live in town and make a left toward the freeway, but we live in the hills so I take the road less traveled.
I see a lot of wild animals along this route, deer, bunnies, bobcats so today was no different I rounded the first hairpin and there they were—two roosters. WTF? Yep, someone decided that they didn’t want their roosters anymore, so they donated them to the local predator roadside diner.
I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor little guys. They stood huddled together in the rain as if they were waiting for whoever left them there to come back—or like they were waiting to hail a taxi. One of them might have been saying to the other, “Hey wait a minute Bob, this is all going to make sense in a minute or two.”
I kept driving my pretend Sunbeam, and then called my husband to tell him about the sad sight I had just witnessed.
My husband put my youngest son in his car and went back to get the roosters. What? As I was nearing my house, I received a call: “Mom, we got the chickens.”
“What are we going to do with two roosters? We tried this once before and it ended badly.”
My husband chimed in, “Call Simon (our neighbor), I’m sure he will take them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure”
I called him, but he wanted nothing to do with the feathered castoffs.
My husband drove home and plopped the roosters in our garage, went into the house and back to work.
There they were, two roosters in my garage, my dog and I staring at them in their little cage. Her eyes were dilated; she wanted to eat them so bad that she was shaking. She was shaking so much I thought I should give her a shot of whiskey or Demerol. I looked at the roosters again and decided I should be the one to get a shot of whiskey and/or Demerol.
My son was already attached to the roosters and he was working on a letter to the newspaper in the hopes that they will publish it and save the roosters.
Here’s his letter:
FREE to a Good Home—Beautiful Abandoned Birds!
Yesterday afternoon, my mom found two gorgeous roosters walking on the side of the road, abandoned.
She was busy, but I wasn’t. I was happy they weren’t dead. But I was worried about leaving them there on the road.
So, my dad and I went and caught them. But we can’t keep them because my mom has a dog sitting business.
Dogs and roosters don’t mix.
We would hate to see them get eaten, hit by cars, or starve.
So we’d like to find a good place for them to live. If you know of one, please let me know by contacting my mom through The Patch.
Thank you very much for adopting them.