Post by opusrex on Mar 23, 2021 18:26:21 GMT
[align=center]Mountain Man[/align]
Brooster, a Barbu D'Uccle rooster, was strutting along the fence-line of the hen house. He let out a mighty call, as obnoxious as they come, to welcome the morning sun to the sky.
Another brisk, early spring morning on the Saddle Leather Ranch. It was humble 12 acre piece of property with a few head of different livestock. 4 head of sheep for wool, 10 goats for milk and meat, 3 cows (one is a calf) for milk and meat, one bull for breeding, 5 hogs for meat, 8 chickens for meat and eggs, 1 rooster for breeding, and 3 full bee hives for honey and honeycomb. Each animal species sleeping locations or pins occupied it's own acre and they were allowed to roam free during the day. Thankfully, it was only the sheep and goats that needed to be herded back to their pins at night or away from the gardens that occupied 3 more acres with the final 3 being used for the farmhouse and barn.
"Another day I consider killing that damned rooster." Rex Henry (short for Alex Henry), cracked his sleep filled eyes open to a still darkened room. Jerking the curtains open, the 7:00 AM sunrise spilled into his room like a fresh harvest of honey. He pulled on his jeans from yesterday and hobbled his way downstairs with his old, dusty boots in hand. The lights were already on in the living room and kitchen. The two rooms were combined with a bar to act as a sort of distinctive barrier between the two rooms. Opposite the bar was a large picture window that overlooked all of the property and faced the rising sun. The amber light filled the room and seemed to bring the walnut and oak floors, molding and accents to life.
"You know he loves his job right? It's about the only thing he gets to do besides fertilize the girls' egg's." Delilah Henry, Rex's wife was in the kitchen at the stove, finishing up their breakfast. A wonderful scrambled egg, bacon and potato dish served with protein waffles and coffee. She knew how to treat, help, and teach him just as he knew how to do those things for her.
"Yes I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like him this early in the morning. Why can't he understand I'm not a morning person at all?"
"You're the one who wanted this kind of life when you got out of the army. I'm surprised after your 15 years of service with all those early morning formations you still aren't a morning person." She chuckled to herself and raised a brow at him as she looked over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair danced like a fresh water stream down her neck to the middle of her back. Her glasses even amplified the shocking blue of her eyes.
He scoffed and looked to the side, knowing she was right and had absolutely just called him on his bullshit (no pun intended). He loved all of their animals and she knew that. He was just a grouch in the mornings and always has been, even in the army he was. But the dutiful mentality of breakfast, then work right after drove him like an engine. It didn't take him long, but he was ready to get the day started.
Brooster, a Barbu D'Uccle rooster, was strutting along the fence-line of the hen house. He let out a mighty call, as obnoxious as they come, to welcome the morning sun to the sky.
Another brisk, early spring morning on the Saddle Leather Ranch. It was humble 12 acre piece of property with a few head of different livestock. 4 head of sheep for wool, 10 goats for milk and meat, 3 cows (one is a calf) for milk and meat, one bull for breeding, 5 hogs for meat, 8 chickens for meat and eggs, 1 rooster for breeding, and 3 full bee hives for honey and honeycomb. Each animal species sleeping locations or pins occupied it's own acre and they were allowed to roam free during the day. Thankfully, it was only the sheep and goats that needed to be herded back to their pins at night or away from the gardens that occupied 3 more acres with the final 3 being used for the farmhouse and barn.
"Another day I consider killing that damned rooster." Rex Henry (short for Alex Henry), cracked his sleep filled eyes open to a still darkened room. Jerking the curtains open, the 7:00 AM sunrise spilled into his room like a fresh harvest of honey. He pulled on his jeans from yesterday and hobbled his way downstairs with his old, dusty boots in hand. The lights were already on in the living room and kitchen. The two rooms were combined with a bar to act as a sort of distinctive barrier between the two rooms. Opposite the bar was a large picture window that overlooked all of the property and faced the rising sun. The amber light filled the room and seemed to bring the walnut and oak floors, molding and accents to life.
"You know he loves his job right? It's about the only thing he gets to do besides fertilize the girls' egg's." Delilah Henry, Rex's wife was in the kitchen at the stove, finishing up their breakfast. A wonderful scrambled egg, bacon and potato dish served with protein waffles and coffee. She knew how to treat, help, and teach him just as he knew how to do those things for her.
"Yes I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like him this early in the morning. Why can't he understand I'm not a morning person at all?"
"You're the one who wanted this kind of life when you got out of the army. I'm surprised after your 15 years of service with all those early morning formations you still aren't a morning person." She chuckled to herself and raised a brow at him as she looked over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair danced like a fresh water stream down her neck to the middle of her back. Her glasses even amplified the shocking blue of her eyes.
He scoffed and looked to the side, knowing she was right and had absolutely just called him on his bullshit (no pun intended). He loved all of their animals and she knew that. He was just a grouch in the mornings and always has been, even in the army he was. But the dutiful mentality of breakfast, then work right after drove him like an engine. It didn't take him long, but he was ready to get the day started.