While Wilson Wondered What Wattles Were, He Worried When the Wooster Would Wage War on Wordless Wednesday

I know this is supposed to be wordless today, but I can't resist giving a bit of back story.....

I live in full-on suburbia, getting more and more crowded as every little patch of trees falls to the developers. But, there are a few holders-on to the old ways, those rare folks who have refused to sell their land. About a half a mile west of me is one such homestead. They have horses, a barn, other out buildings, a turn-of-the-century house (1800s!) and, oh, yeah, chickens! The property backs right up to the WOand D trail I've mentioned in many posts, so we walk past their yard occasionally. Last Friday was one such day. On our way west, all was quiet in their yard. On our return trip maybe thirty minutes later, I could hear a rooster crowing as we neared the place. I spotted the whole flock of chickens off in the distance, probably just released from their coop. As we continue heading east toward home, the rooster spots us, well, the dogs really. He starts heading in our direction, slowly at first, then at a trot. He's not in the least bit scared of the dogs, for that matter, he's all set to give them what for! Sensing a photo-op, I tied Jimmy to a tree and got my camera ready to go. Wilson wasn't too sure about this large bird heading his direction. As you can tell by the tension on the leash as well as Wilson's ear set, he was poised to get the hell out! Jimmy, on the other hand, was screaming his fool head off. The rooster wasn't backing down in the least and discretion being the better part of valor, we retreated quickly, Wilson took no urging, Jimmy had to be dragged away. Roosters can be very mean and I didn't want anybody's eyes gouged out in the quest for a WW post!