thought I would share a funny, but true chicken event.
Several months ago I rehomed our Old English Bantam to my father's farm because he was picking on my prized cochin bantam....wasn't mean to any human, he just wasn't allowed to pick on Elvis (see avatar).
Anyway, my dad has a menagerie of standards and bantams and Clyde (the OE) went down there and took over as head of the pecking order, then he would retreat to the back steps of dad's house.
My dad has a strict rule: NO MEAN ROOSTERS. So, as some of his cockerels grew into their testerone selves, one tested his boundaries by stalking and flogging dad...nothing doing, dad went to the tool shed with Clyde following closely behind, took a pipe and WHACK...no more mean rooster. Dad said when he turned around, Clyde goes over and pecks the dead rooster on the head, throws his chest out, and looks at my Dad as if to say "Took care of him for ya, Pops!"
Dad and Clyde are a MESS!!!
Several months ago I rehomed our Old English Bantam to my father's farm because he was picking on my prized cochin bantam....wasn't mean to any human, he just wasn't allowed to pick on Elvis (see avatar).
Anyway, my dad has a menagerie of standards and bantams and Clyde (the OE) went down there and took over as head of the pecking order, then he would retreat to the back steps of dad's house.
My dad has a strict rule: NO MEAN ROOSTERS. So, as some of his cockerels grew into their testerone selves, one tested his boundaries by stalking and flogging dad...nothing doing, dad went to the tool shed with Clyde following closely behind, took a pipe and WHACK...no more mean rooster. Dad said when he turned around, Clyde goes over and pecks the dead rooster on the head, throws his chest out, and looks at my Dad as if to say "Took care of him for ya, Pops!"
Dad and Clyde are a MESS!!!
