- Dec 30, 2012
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I thought I share some pictures of my beloved disabled EE rooster who started out with a typical female feather pattern and very small and light one row comb. For a while, I thought he was a she.
Wuzzy - a few days old sleeping on my daughter's leg.
Here he is about 4 weeks old
Here he is 5 weeks old, next to his brother who is clearly a cockerel with a big 3-row comb.
Here is Wuzzy at 2 months old. Some red tint started to show up on his feathers
His light grey/white head turn red and black. Comb is still very flat and small.
Based on the feathers, I know he was a he for sure, despite the small single comb.
Here is Wuzzy at 9 months fully feathered with a big red comb.
My beautiful Wuzzy all grown up.
Wuzzy's legs got weaker and weaker as he got larger and heavier. Eventually, he could no longer skip or hop. His legs got worse and he lost the strength to keep balance. I had to put him in a cardboard box so he could lean to the side to eat. Then, he got even weaker and had trouble holding his body up. I had to put him in a sling to keep his head up. Last week, my beloved Wuzzy passed away. My daughter cried because he was her favorite chicken. We buried him under our apple tree. We hope he is now in chicken's heaven with two good legs.
Wuzzy - a few days old sleeping on my daughter's leg.
Here he is about 4 weeks old
Here he is 5 weeks old, next to his brother who is clearly a cockerel with a big 3-row comb.
Here is Wuzzy at 2 months old. Some red tint started to show up on his feathers
His light grey/white head turn red and black. Comb is still very flat and small.
Based on the feathers, I know he was a he for sure, despite the small single comb.
Here is Wuzzy at 9 months fully feathered with a big red comb.
My beautiful Wuzzy all grown up.
Wuzzy's legs got weaker and weaker as he got larger and heavier. Eventually, he could no longer skip or hop. His legs got worse and he lost the strength to keep balance. I had to put him in a cardboard box so he could lean to the side to eat. Then, he got even weaker and had trouble holding his body up. I had to put him in a sling to keep his head up. Last week, my beloved Wuzzy passed away. My daughter cried because he was her favorite chicken. We buried him under our apple tree. We hope he is now in chicken's heaven with two good legs.
