- Jan 11, 2012
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The Noble Langshan...
So I had a cockrel that ended up being sorted as a pullet. I was disappointed because he was supposed to be a she and give me lovely eggs. In the past several months, we have all become quite enamored with the little fellow with humongous legs. The hens have seemed happier, and we've been watching as he grew protective, yet stayed friendly towards us - and he was quiet.
Last night as we were eating dinner, with our dog inside the house, a coyote dug under the fence and attacked the flock (first fence-breech in 8 years). We can tell from the feather-pile that several hens were attacked, but only the Langshan rooster actually ended up being taken. We are pretty sure that even at 4 months - all tall, lanky and pubescent-looking - he defended his flock and paid the price. Had we not had him, I would have lost a good portion of the flock.
What a great little guy. Best rooster I've ever been around. Now I have to find another, and finding a Langshan in SW Washington is not going to be easy, but I'll find one. The feed-store lady says she can get me a chick, but recommends trying to find an adult, because the juveniles get taken out much to easily, while the adults have a fighting chance.
But the truly heartbreaking part is that we had 1 chick that was younger than William, and William literally had her under his wing since she was hatched. He never left her side. At night, when all the other chickens were in the coop, William and Molly would be found perching on the tractor, with William's wing often over Molly - love-birds. Last night, Molly was running around for hours looking for him. She roosted on top of the run-roof with her little head looking around like a periscope. this morning, she was all alone and would just huddle in a corner. I worry she'll just die of a broken heart. I've always been told that chickens forget who the other birds are after 24 hours - as if they never existed. I beg to differ. This bird is mourning.
So I had a cockrel that ended up being sorted as a pullet. I was disappointed because he was supposed to be a she and give me lovely eggs. In the past several months, we have all become quite enamored with the little fellow with humongous legs. The hens have seemed happier, and we've been watching as he grew protective, yet stayed friendly towards us - and he was quiet.
Last night as we were eating dinner, with our dog inside the house, a coyote dug under the fence and attacked the flock (first fence-breech in 8 years). We can tell from the feather-pile that several hens were attacked, but only the Langshan rooster actually ended up being taken. We are pretty sure that even at 4 months - all tall, lanky and pubescent-looking - he defended his flock and paid the price. Had we not had him, I would have lost a good portion of the flock.
What a great little guy. Best rooster I've ever been around. Now I have to find another, and finding a Langshan in SW Washington is not going to be easy, but I'll find one. The feed-store lady says she can get me a chick, but recommends trying to find an adult, because the juveniles get taken out much to easily, while the adults have a fighting chance.
But the truly heartbreaking part is that we had 1 chick that was younger than William, and William literally had her under his wing since she was hatched. He never left her side. At night, when all the other chickens were in the coop, William and Molly would be found perching on the tractor, with William's wing often over Molly - love-birds. Last night, Molly was running around for hours looking for him. She roosted on top of the run-roof with her little head looking around like a periscope. this morning, she was all alone and would just huddle in a corner. I worry she'll just die of a broken heart. I've always been told that chickens forget who the other birds are after 24 hours - as if they never existed. I beg to differ. This bird is mourning.