This is mearle the squirrel.
We believe he is a new hamphire red.
He’s a yearling.
Currently, he’s the only chicken we have. Amidst a sea of turkeys.
He came home with his rooster flock of five that was all supposed to be hens after I stopped by a “chicks for sale” roadside stand.
We loved having the rooster flock. Unfortunately a predictor took all but him during a broad daylight attack while free ranging.
When his comrades were alive, mearle was a jerk. When it was down to just him, he went into a deep depression and refused to leave the coop. He eventually bonded with the three turkey hens and the Tom he’s housed with. And me. He really bonded with me. He’s my little man.
Mearle starts crowing at three am most days. BUt sometimes sooner. As is the case as I type at 1:00 am. But I don’t mind. Don’t have neighbors either- good thing too.
Mearle has been known to sit on turkey eggs and if the girls on on the nest, you better believe he’s sitting above them.
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He’d protect me and the turkey hens with his life. When there’s a threat in the sky, he warns his turkey family to take cover- and they do, including a 50 lb BB Tom. He then proceeds to the center of the run making noises as if to say- “you want some of this?! Bring it on!”
Mearle is a pretty special little man.
Last, of the five original roosters, he was the first to crow, a month and a half before the rest as a tiny cockerel. That’s no big suprise though, being that crowing is his favorite past time. His favorite game is to play choir with the five toms in adjacent runs. He jumps on a roost and crows over and over at the top of his lungs, purring so much into it, he loses his breath post crow for a second- and he does this until all five toms are gobbling - aka singing in his choir. He knows he’s the featured solo!