whites!! tell everyone about your roosters!
You never mentioned that antique pictures count
The white rooster came with the hens, from Southern States, about 2 years ago; possibly a hatchmate to the girls. He was a nasty thing. Liked to sneak up on me from behind when he had the chance. I wasn't going to put up with it any longer, and sent him down the road with some guy who said he was starting a flock, even after being told of his behavior.
I was already looking for a replacement, without a lot of luck. I was wanting even darker eggs than I was getting from the RSL hens, and had, after some homework, decided I wanted a BCM rooster.
Enter @Auroradream26 (Jess) and one year old Tucker. He was low man on a 3-rooster totem pole, and was looking for a new home because of it. Based on his looks & Jess' description, I was already enamored with him before I made the 3+ hour trip to pick him up. Jess, in the 6 months she'd had him, had him tame as a kitten, eating out of her hand & not minding being picked up & held. I brought him home & quarantined him for a month before turning him in with the hens. He was rather backward; it took him almost 30 seconds to mount the first hen
Before long, his personality did a 180* turnaround. For the fist time in his life he had hens all his own, and became very protective of them, to the extent that he challenged me several times, hitting me from behind, trying to flog me, whenever I got too close to one of his girls. He even bit me 4 times while he was undergoing an "attitude adjustment" session one day.
I was rapidly reaching the breaking point with him & thinking seriously about putting him out of my misery, to the point of having the crosshairs settled on him, ready to drop the hammer on him, before I decided against it. I didn't want to take him out in a fit of anger, only to regret it later.
That was 6 months ago. As if he'd read my mind and realized how close he'd come to leaving this world, he settled down. He's never regained his "tameness", but at least he now respects me & accepts his place in the pecking order. I can now be within mere inches of him without worrying, too much, about him turning on me, although I still, and always will, keep a close eye on him and try not to give him the opportunity or excuse to get aggressive with me again. He is, after all, an active breeder. Just as a stallion or bull, he bears watching. As long as we both remember that, I expect we'll get along just fine.
Besides all that, he's a downright handsome thing! The fact that he's already producing cockerels that are almost mirror images of himself doesn't hurt, either, even if they
are just mutts.
Added to the list!
