Any good rooster stories?

[adrikeen]

I had grown up with chickens but did not keep any as an "adult". Fast forward 30 years later....I came home from work on a July 4th weekend to find a large white Leghorn rooster in my yard. I'm not in an area where there are chickens so his appearance remains a mystery to this day. I named him Cluck because he was constantly making cluck noises. I now know how the chicken dance came to be after watching Cluck catch a praying mantis. Cluck would follow me around the yard, watch me garden, accept treats, greet me when I came home from work, etc. Having Cluck eventually led me to get some hens and start my own flock. Unfortunately a fox or something killed the hens and Cluck lost his life defending them. I won't forget my rooster buddy. I went a few years without a roo but recently raised a bunch of Silkies and one has turned out to be the sweetest boy ever (and reminds me of a really fluffy Cluck)....so now I have Rupert.

 

[smoore7489]

I have fully enjoyed every single story!! Hahaha I love them!
Im so glad I started this thread. These kind of stories make my day

 

[MissNutmeg]

Earlier today I was sitting in some shade watching our chicks scurry about in their run, it's the cutest thing! Anyway, Alexander comes up to me and I let him perch on my lap, it was so sweet! He was preening quietly, while I got half-eaten up by mosquitoes, but it was worth it!!

 

[SA&P]

Loving the funny stories!
I’m left with one rooster since giving the other four away a fortnight ago.
We kept the smallest....the one that my husband picked out of the shell after 24hours of, “He’s gonna die, can’t we DO something??!!”
The biggest, ‘Hetty’, first out of the incubator, ahem, turned out to be a ‘Henry’ was two inches bigger than the others. He DID rule the roost. The first to crow. And a nice nature....but king of my garden He went back to the ‘egg donor’ as he’s going to show him (he’s a Silkie)
Anyway, we kept, ‘Sheldon’ as the girls were called Penny and Amy. Yup, we’re fans of The Big Bang
However......he’s changed names!! Eldest son has renamed him Kung Poo!!
6’1” Son has handled big horses, dogs.....loves all manner of animals....can handle himself, but, OH BOY!! That cockerel DOES NOT LIKE HIM
Matthew came up the path last week with “that blooming cockerel’s got it in fer me!!”
I said, “no, he’s fine” and kinda took no notice. Hah!
On Friday I was going upstairs and caught something dart across the garden out of my peripheral vision. Matthew running around with a broom after Kung Poo. So funny.
Well, things have calmed down, but as Matthew comes through the garden to the front door they both keep a wary eye out!
I hasten to add that I will monitor him but he’s a good rooster usually. When I go out with mealworms he stands back and let’s his girls go first, and scares off any crows if they land to pilfer their feed.
Love Kung Poo