Little Timmy was a Micro Serama (smallest chicken breed in the world). He was hatched in my backyard in Idaho. I was technically in city limits when I hatched him, I was just getting away with it! This is his story....
Timmy (the name he "grew" into) was not even on my radar when selecting chicks I wanted to keep and grow out for my Serama breeding program. Timmy actually chose me. I had lots of young seramas at the time that had just transitioned to my outside cages. Everyday when it was dinner time for the chicks they would all rush to the opening of the run and try to get to the food. Occasionally 1 or 2 would slip out and get loose in the yard where I had to chase them endlessly like a mad man. A fairly plain but small Cockrell started to make it a habit of slipping out whenever I opened the door. But he was different from the rest that would get out. He wasn't actually doing it for food. He would quickly run out then sit still so I would catch him and hold him. He also started watching me and following me through the chicken run. Since the chicks in this run were all for sale I wasnt bonding or handling them so they were all very flighty. This tiny roo on the other hand was more concerned about tricking me into holding him than eating or any typical chicken behaviors. His favorite activity became following me, watching me (even through my sliding glass door or living room window), and trying to coax me into being held. Well obviously I never sold him! As he grew into a beautiful rooster his size did not! Not only did he melt my heart but also the hearts of anyone he met.
He even moved with me across the United States to Florida where he grew into his name Timothy or Little Timmy. In Florida I bought my first farm and established my business and began raising animals for my pet therapy farm for victims of trauma.
Little Timmy continued his tricks on a 24/7 basis. He would watch me constantly,
shadow my moves, and literally wait by the coop door for hours hoping I would open it. I took him for walks all the time, he even helped me do some gardening and planting. He would follow me from one end of my 3acres to the other. It also wasnt unusual for him to ignore the pretty hens or food I gave him to try and be held.
He became the star and selling point of my business. Everyone would hold him when they came to the farm. He even started my first youtube hit getting 2-3,000 views-
. His loss happened during the formation stage of The Little Giant LLC pet therapy farm and will be felt by many.
Today after 2 or 3 trips outside with me he made his last. I had just walked inside when I heard a terrible flapping. I raced down the stairs to find Timmy flailing uncontrollably. I picked him up and held him as he calmed down and closed his eyes for the last time. Im completely devastated as he can never be replaced and he was not only the most beautiful stunning show quality rooster I had but also the sweetest chicken I've ever had...that chose me.
Timmy (the name he "grew" into) was not even on my radar when selecting chicks I wanted to keep and grow out for my Serama breeding program. Timmy actually chose me. I had lots of young seramas at the time that had just transitioned to my outside cages. Everyday when it was dinner time for the chicks they would all rush to the opening of the run and try to get to the food. Occasionally 1 or 2 would slip out and get loose in the yard where I had to chase them endlessly like a mad man. A fairly plain but small Cockrell started to make it a habit of slipping out whenever I opened the door. But he was different from the rest that would get out. He wasn't actually doing it for food. He would quickly run out then sit still so I would catch him and hold him. He also started watching me and following me through the chicken run. Since the chicks in this run were all for sale I wasnt bonding or handling them so they were all very flighty. This tiny roo on the other hand was more concerned about tricking me into holding him than eating or any typical chicken behaviors. His favorite activity became following me, watching me (even through my sliding glass door or living room window), and trying to coax me into being held. Well obviously I never sold him! As he grew into a beautiful rooster his size did not! Not only did he melt my heart but also the hearts of anyone he met.
He even moved with me across the United States to Florida where he grew into his name Timothy or Little Timmy. In Florida I bought my first farm and established my business and began raising animals for my pet therapy farm for victims of trauma.
Little Timmy continued his tricks on a 24/7 basis. He would watch me constantly,
shadow my moves, and literally wait by the coop door for hours hoping I would open it. I took him for walks all the time, he even helped me do some gardening and planting. He would follow me from one end of my 3acres to the other. It also wasnt unusual for him to ignore the pretty hens or food I gave him to try and be held.
He became the star and selling point of my business. Everyone would hold him when they came to the farm. He even started my first youtube hit getting 2-3,000 views-
Today after 2 or 3 trips outside with me he made his last. I had just walked inside when I heard a terrible flapping. I raced down the stairs to find Timmy flailing uncontrollably. I picked him up and held him as he calmed down and closed his eyes for the last time. Im completely devastated as he can never be replaced and he was not only the most beautiful stunning show quality rooster I had but also the sweetest chicken I've ever had...that chose me.
