The Millers are Sara, my daughter, and her husband, Brian, who have a mini-farm at their home in Aggieland. For my non-Texan readers, that’s Bryan/College Station, Texas. That’s right, in their backyard, a chicken coop with nine “Easter Eggers,” a few Barred Rocks, a couple of Black Copper Marens, a few black and few gold sex links, some Bantams and  twenty-five American Game Birds. The rest are Barnyard Mutts. All give eggs that are truly delicious!

Part of their backyard also houses beehives. More about dealing with bees and fresh honey in future posts.

You’ll also find four miniature daschunds – Tucker, Bella, Sadie and Coco, one mixed breed dog name Marvin, and three teenager children—two girls and a boy, who wish to remain anonymous, on the Miller farm.

Sara, the chicken wrangler, writes such entertaining emails about life on the Miller Farm she should start her own blog. She won’t. That’s why – with her permission, I’ll be sharing the humor and fun of being a city farmer from her emails on Fridays.Today: ROOSTER RESCUERS  (my comments and additions in blue)

Yesterday afternoon I (aka Sara, chicken wrangler extraordinaire) went out to check on the chickens and gather eggs (what few eggs are being laid in this heat). (Texas, like a good part of the country, is experiencing unending days of triple digit tempearatures.)

One of our roosters was laying under the coop looking not so good. I tried to entice him out with bread but alas, he didn’t move. I grabbed him by the legs, an action which usually results in much fussing and flapping. However, he came out with nary a sound. I laid him by the water, hoping that he would perk up. After I checked all the other birds, he was still lying there and the other birds were starting to pick on him.

Being the rooster lover that I am, I could not tolerate that and gently carried him to the garage where I summoned Dr. Brian (her husband, who, btw, is NOT a veterinarian but a school psychologist). Drawing from all his vast avian veterinary experience, he proclaimed that the bird had heat exhaustion.

I carried him (the bird, not Dr. Brian) to the living room where he laid in front of the fan which I have been told is the best remedy for heat exhaustion in humans so it has to work for birds – right?

Throughout the evening Mr. Rooster laid still raising his head just often enough to let us know he was not quite dead yet. When it was time for the humans to retire, we decided he needed to be contained in case he had a miraculous recovery overnight.

I put him in a cage and went to bed feeling quite comforted by the fact that we were just like all our neighbors who had roosters sleeping in their living rooms.

The next morning Mr. Rooster was much more alert and holding his head up. I put some water in his cage which he promptly spilled all over. At this point, he was making such a mess I moved his cage to the front yard.

After caring for all the other chickens, I moved him back with his flock where he stepped out of the cage on his own. He hung out by the water for a while and when I last checked, Mr. Rooster was walking around pecking the ground as chickens are prone to do.

I would say we have successfully snatched a rooster from the jaws of death earning the title Rooster Rescuers.

Sara might be okay with a rooster in her house. I’m not sure I’d be willing to set up a rooster infirmary in my living room. Would you?


9 Comments on “Friday on THE MILLER FARM: Episode #1: ROOSTER RESCUERS

    • I’m not big on the roosters either except in pictures. They do have an adorable hen named Fritz that I’d be tempted to pick up. Thanks for visiting.

  1. I’m so glad the rooster is OK. We “all” need rescuing at one time or another…roosters included. I’m thankful you were there to take care of him. 🙂

  2. Oh come on. Of course you would rescue a rooster in your house. Sara didn’t get those nurturing genes from thin air. Besides, as rumor has it, you have two dogs, one who is as big as a pony and the other in a state of hysteria every time the door bell rings.
    It’s one of the things we love about you.

  3. Despite my anal-housekeeping-tendencies, I definitely would want to be a Rooster Rescuer in a pinch. Heat does to me what it did to this rooster, so right away I’m easily sympathetic. This unrelenting heat has had us reviving my daughters bunnies in the kitchen more than once this summer (we wrapped them in towels soaked in ice water for immediate relief), and last year we nursed her pet duck–again in the kitchen–after it was attacked by a fox in the backyard. All in all, it feels good to lend a human hand when the going gets tough 🙂

    Really enjoyed this charming tale, Judythe!

    • Wow, you definitely qualify as an animal rescurer extraordinaire. I so agree it feels good to lend a hand to animals and promise when necessary I do. Thanks for stopping by for this bit of Friday fun. Hope to see you next week.

  4. Love this story! Brings back memories of my uncle’s turkey farm! Thanks. I look forward to more of these stories.

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