Sammie was one of two adopted chicks that Willie Dane thought she had hatched. His sister Deanie died before him. He is survived by his mother. Sammie never slept in a chicken house, he slept in a box in my mother's kitchen. He was the most gentle of roosters and very smart. To call him to you, you would either holler his name or motion with your hand as if to beckon him to you. He would help me round the hens up when it was time to put them up at night and would dance in front of me as I tried to walk. He was trying to impress me. He loved riding in my husband's work truck when he had to stay at our house sometimes. Each morning when I'd get him up, I'd put him on the railing then say to him, "Give me kisses." I'd kiss him near his neck and he'd act like he was embarrassed. I used to make him walk to his pen in the mornings before an owl swooped down and scared him. After I had finished feeding the rest of the chickens I'd tell him, "Be a good boy, go get in your pen." Most of the time he'd do just that which had me adding, "You are such a good boy. You are the goodest boy there ever was. Ain't any gooder boy than you Sammie."
I love you Sammie...
I love you Sammie...
Sammie was one of two adopted chicks that Willie Dane thought she had hatched. His sister Deanie died before him. He is survived by his mother. Sammie never slept in a chicken house, he slept in a box in my mother's kitchen. He was the most gentle of roosters and very smart. To call him to you, you would either holler his name or motion with your hand as if to beckon him to you. He would help me round the hens up when it was time to put them up at night and would dance in front of me as I tried to walk. He was trying to impress me. He loved riding in my husband's work truck when he had to stay at our house sometimes. Each morning when I'd get him up, I'd put him on the railing then say to him, "Give me kisses." I'd kiss him near his neck and he'd act like he was embarrassed. I used to make him walk to his pen in the mornings before an owl swooped down and scared him. After I had finished feeding the rest of the chickens I'd tell him, "Be a good boy, go get in your pen." Most of the time he'd do just that which had me adding, "You are such a good boy. You are the goodest boy there ever was. Ain't any gooder boy than you Sammie."
I love you Sammie...
I love you Sammie...
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