Though still very friendly, yesterday was the first day I didn't hold Ichabod. Whenever I'd reach for him, he'd move away and had a much greater interest in cozying up to the nearest hen. From what I did see, all his advances were rejected but like a gentleman, he let the girls go when they made that funny noise that sounds to me like somewhat of a honk and would try to get close to another hen.
I also heard a noise that sounded like something between a fog horn and a cow mooing. I think that was Ichabod's attempt at crowing as we don't have cows anywhere near this neighborhood (although I'm told there's one who lives somewhere across the cove) and it was nothing but clear blue skies so no fog horns were sounding. When I went to the window to try to catch him in the act, they all saw me and came rushing towards the cottage so if he was trying out his voice, I unfortunately distracted him.
As I was cleaning the catch board this morning and the flock was in the run having their mid-morning snack, I witnessed the last thing I ever expected to see. Head Mistress Mairah and Ichabod were mating. No chasing or silly dance moves, no clumsy balancing act, no hen fussing or feather pulling. One might think he'd been doing this for years. When they were finished, she raised her hackles about halfway and he stretched to stand a little taller, then they walked over and shared a dish. When he would leave to investigate another dish, she would follow. What a tremendous and shockingly peaceful difference in her experience between Russell and Ichabod.
So far, he has no interest in visiting with me today and it's a little bittersweet. His treatment of the girls makes me alright with that. He had no issues with me cleaning up the coop or going into the run with half the girls as he was exiting. We have what I believe, is a mutual respect. This is excellent.