One time in my life I had a rooster who adopted me in CA. He would fly up and sleep in the trees at night. We had a lot of coyotes there. I never made a pen for him because aside from the tons of coyotes around, I had dogs who would love to catch him too. He would come in the mornings and I would leave seed out for him while the dogs were inside. We lived together this way for almost a year. He moved across the mountain a year later to somebody else’s place. I always had a lot of respect for him but felt I could never invite him in…I was sure he would be eaten. What a survivor!
He he is with text on my tee shirt shop.
Painting Mexico 