Marc has now told me that as long as Bruce, the head honcho roo, is able to stay on top, there should be very little fighting among the young roos. Huh. Why did I think they'd be at each other's throats as soon as the testosterone hit their brains? Apparently if Bruce loses ground and the youngsters see an opening, the battle begins and continues until someone wins and takes over Bruce's place.
Bruce is a young fellow himself, and quite masterful so I don't see why we can't have peace with everyone safe from the stew pot. Wish I had known that before I spent weeks lingering in the coop at bedtime giving "give peace a chance" lectures to the babies.
About Me
- Kelly
- I am 51 years old, a blessed wife of my hunny, Brian and mother of four beautiful young people, Grace, 24, Ashleigh, 22, Andrew, 20 and Amanda, 18.. I am also a writer, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a gardener, a blogger, a respite caregiver and a life-long student. I love my people, my critters, and most of the time, my life. My heart's desire, for my life, is to love God and people the way Jesus does, with His love, even as I am loved by Him. And to enjoy the journey.
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