Impy wins a reprieve!

Sneaky rooster!

 

Awwww how sweet!! A really caring roo and a DH with a soft spot! My bf swears he hates chickens, but he spends as much time as I do holding and petting them as I do. Lol! Silly men!

Congrats to Impy for getting to live!

 

LOL... I wish that my Dad had the same soft spot that your DH has! LOL

 

Roosters are awesome creatures. Some are suitable only for the dinner table then there are the few who astonish us with their heroics. I had an ugly rooster-not worth spit-but he was an awesome chick sitter. He'd worry and fret over his broody hens. As soon as he heard peeping he'd start bringing food to the hen who wanted no part of him at that moment. Didn't matter. He'd keeping bringing bugs to her. And if a chick ever strayed he was there herding it toward mama hen. So funny to see that hideous face low to the ground as he nudged the newbie in the right direction. I often found him sitting with a hen and chicks, clucking importantly with his distinctive British accent.

Mr. Worthington earned my respect when he launched an attack on a 4 foot black snake. I had no idea what was going on except that there was a sudden squawking which usually meant stray dog attack. Grabbing my gun and racing out to the coop, I found Mr. Worthington doing an amazing imitation of a bird of prey attacking a snake. After a few good pecks, he snatched that thing by the tail and raced toward me with it. I remember the look in his eye as I took the snake away. I remember how his wattles shook with indignation as he crowed his way back to his hens and chicks.

Although the family made fun of my 'British Frankenstein Rooster' of unknown heritage, I knew that feather beast with a tumor-like comb had a heart of a warrior but the soul of an guardian angel. It was an honor to bury him when died of old age.

 

When I get older losing my feathers
many years from now
will you still be sending me scratch sometime
hatchday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been crowin till quarter to three
would you lock the popdoor
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

I guess I'm stuck with the booger forever

Yup, I'll be your little booger forever



I ain't fraid of no axe.​

 

But um, he was going to try out his new M-4 on your pointy little head

Make my day!

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Gritty!! I thought we had decided quite some time back that IMP could not be culled. We like him around here and would if you took the axe to him. He even has the "Greeter" award.

(Besides he would probably taste terrible. )