Rooster-boy (chooks and rooster stories)

Rooster-boy is the proud father of nine. So far.

The mothers are adoptive parents. Prepared to sit for three weeks on another hen’s eggs and raise the offspring as her own.

Selfless. In a very possessive selfish sort of way. They are very definitely her offspring.

I have had tiny hens fly at me if I venture too close to their chicks. Quite terrifying actually. Tiny creatures seemingly explode into giant ferocious beasts.

Edwina, Rooster-boy and a brown chook (Isa Brown)

Back to Rooster-boy, father of the brood.

He is a fortunate chap in that he currently is the only rooster in the hen house. Previously there was a crowd of chaps, all vying for the attention of the ladies. Fights broke out. Blood was shed.

Rooster-boy was on the bottom of the male coop hierarchy.

When I was around he would follow me (and the dogs) in a bid to show the rest of the crew who was who in the coop. He was in with the Big Dog (me). Tight.

Fortunately for him, but not for the rest of the boys, a fox hit the club house one night and polished off a few roosters.

Incredibly the clever fox (and they are clever!) had worked and worked and worked at a little spot on the roof of the compound until there was a gap big enough for them to gain access. And then to get out again post-feast. Extraordinary really with an expanded belly.

Rooster-boy was in the adjoining chook pen. He and a couple of his mates and all the girls lived through the night of terror.

The fox-access-point was fixed post-haste. And with this the ‘mates’ were moved into the death camp.

I wont tolerate bullying and Rooster-boy was the one to gain.

He now shares the coop very happily with 13 hens and all his offspring.

But he doesnt follow me round anymore which is a bit sad.

Some of the harem