I came to your article page looking for more emu info and found this. As I type, I’m sitting at my desk, which is in a heated area of my barn. Since it’s -20+ degrees below here in Wisconsin, and my little RIR roo is prone to frost bite, he enjoys coming to my office in the cold. He is at my feet while I sit in my desk chair and he’s snoozing away. Mearle is darling to me. But if you’re someone who’s not me, steer clear. Mearle wasn’t always nice to me. We had to establish pecking order initially between him and I - and on occasion, a refresher course is needed, but you’re right- they’re not all jerks to everyone all the time. I adore this guy. I only wish he were of breeding stock quality. Which he is definitely not. But I love him just the same.
As for mearle’s crowing- being that I’m a night owl, I often clean coops at 11 or 12 pm. This must have messed with his sleep cycles because he crows around the clock. Ususay starts at about 130am and goes five min on avg. every hour, on the hour. And there doesn’t have to be any disturbance. He just likes his own voice. He’s lucky I have no neighbors. As am I.
But I’m glad you wrote this. Too often roos get a bad wrap. And if you approach things right with a half way decent rooster, more often than not- there’s a gem in the rough. And mearle was raised in a rooster flock of five. He’s the last one living unfortunately. But until they passed the five boys did fine for the most part. Although it was loud. Really loud. Always. But they’re better guard dogs than dobermans. These are two fun pictures I took of squirrelly- mearle-y today.
Thanks again for writing this. I’m going to share it with a friend I’m trying to talk into taking a roo on.