This morning Jack and I went to a forest trail a few miles outside of town to the east. We don’t come here often because it’s full of mosquitoes, but it’s still early in the season so I thought we’d take the chance. We did see a few mosquitoes, but we didn’t run into any swarms and neither of us got a single bite. This trail is a lot different than our familiar wee forest path. It’s a mixture of conifer and hardwood with several large open areas and a big pond covered in lily pads. It’s also protected by a large, aggressive forest rooster who did not like the looks of Jack.
Forest Rooster greeted us at the entrance to the trail and introduced himself as Cock of the Walk and Keeper of the Pass. He gave Jack a good going over as he strutted from one side of the trail to the other, deliberately blocking our way. He did a lot of head bobbing and his bright red comb kept flapping up and down. I started to giggle, but Forest Rooster glared at me with his beady black eyes then thrust his head back and let out a cock-a-doodle-do that was loud enough to make Jack back up several steps. Jack has never met a rooster, but his curiosity got the best of him and he moved towards it. Forest Rooster then charged at us with his wings flapping and his beady black eyes full of malice and mayhem. At this point Jack had enough and he let out a low growl and went trotting around the bird and off into the forest. Forest Rooster was not pleased and he shot Jack one last beady look before turning around and heading back to his post at the entrance.