Walking On Egg Shells

This is Scarlet reporting to you live from Cluckingham Palace. (Disclaimer: Don't read this to your little chicks. You might have to explain things that you were not ready to explain.)

The Earl has done it this time. He is in the dog house, literally. Springtime at Cluckingham Palace has been a learning experience for the farmers. Its like Fifty Shades of Gray Feathers around here. The Earl is feistier than ever. He is really doing what roosters do in Springtime, looks for love in all wrong the places, the left places, the right places, every and all places. He is a giant nuisance to the Easter Egger girls. They avoid him like the avian bird flu. The Barred Rock girls, lets just say, know resistance is futile and don't put up much of a fight.
Farmer B came this evening to let us "recess on the range". She and the Earl have a rocky relationship at best. They have a love/ hate thing going on. Most of the time she calls him "soup". Recently, before spring, The Earl got sassy with Farmer B when she tried to collect our eggs. There happened to be a broom close by and he got his back side fluffed a few times. Then, there was the time he tried to fight her when her back was turned while refilling our water fountain in the court yard. Needless to say, the bucket went flying and half the girls were drenched with water. We are still terrified of that bucket. Then, last night, when we were recessing on the range, the Earl was in full panic mode. It was like he was the last rooster in existence and it was his responsibility to save the chicken race by procreating. The Farmer was getting tired of him chasing us down and showing us his affection. She decided to bring us in early with the "call of our kingdom". Usually, she shakes the meal worm sack to get our attention and tosses them in the courtyard for us to feast. We all race in like a heard of buffalo and she closes the gate behind us. But for some reason, probably due to his heightened desires to procreate, it infuriated the Earl. He made the unfortunate decision to go for the Farmer. She blocked him with the sack.With his talons, the Earl ripped that sack clean open and it rained meal worms! The irritating part for the farmer was that the sack ripped outside of the Palace walls and then we certainly had no intention of going inside until every meal worm was devoured. By the way, it was a three pound bag of meal worms which looks like the equivalent of approximately a billion freeze dried worms. He didn't stop there, he just kept going for the farmers legs. His hackles were blazing and he looked like the meanest rooster this side of the kingdom. Farmer B reached in her bag-o-tricks and pulled out a spray bottle of water and started hosing the Earl. He HATED that and ran for the hills. She chased him into the west wing where Bonnie and Connie stayed when they first arrived. The Farmer slammed the door behind him and he was all alone....imprisoned in our dungeon (formerly the west wing) for his behavior. He was one fit-to-be-tied rooster. He paced the dungeon with a fury unlike anything I have ever seen. He threw such a fit. Squawked, crowed and fussed. He did not like the dungeon one bit.

The Earl was sentenced to stay the night in the dungeon (It has a modified Dog house. So, he is literally in the dog house). She left him food and water, but I don't think he as any intention of calming down long enough to eat or drink.  We, the 12 girls, took advantage of his imprisonment and got really good spots on the roosting bars! He usually makes us sit where he wants us to by pecking our feet till we move to a new spot.  Not tonight Earl! We are taking the Palace back. Well, at least until your parole in the morning, then it will be back to walking on egg shells.