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Ozzie The Rooster, Circa 1961
My Mom with Ozzie
Ozzie was my pet rooster
When I was about 10 years old my parents bought me one of those Easter chicks at Woolworth's. The ones they dyed different colors. He was blue if I remember correctly.
I raised him in the house until he was full grown. Then it was time for him to go in with the other chickens. He didn't like that.
He fought with other roosters. Wasn't well liked in the fowl community.
And every night he came on our porch at sunset and waited for one us to walk him to the chicken coop. He would then jump up on a roost and go to sleep.
The sad ending is that I think my Dad butchered him and so I didn't eat chicken for quite a long time.
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