Little Jon - a little OEG rooster

[chicken burger]

Little Jon was feeling very pleased. After the recent flock re-arrangement, he and his little wife Trudie were moved into the Beverly Hills Heights coop! With this re-arrangement, he also got to hang out with the 4 gangster sisters. Trudie was obviously less impressed with the new living arrangements. It was downright unheard of for a girl of her OEG class to be 'shacked up' with 4 'mix breed' gangster riff-raffs. Little Jon, her husband, was also in her little black book for chatting up the gangster girls. 'for heaven sakes' she thought, 'what could he possibly find attractive about them?' The gangster girls have large bottoms and all those feathers on their feet... they are not quite silkies and not quite cochins either. Sis!
Little Jon was pleased none the less. He flirted a little with Sussie, whom he had met on a previous occasion and had a secret love child with. Sarah was broody and grumped around till she found the nest and settled in with a 'not to be disturbed' look on her face. TT was still a teenager really and she thought all the excitement was cool! She was however very taken a back by Jon's dancing at her. The previous rooster never did that with her? Grumpy pants Hester was just that. Grumpy. She has the largest butt of the girls and she knows it. She flaunts it like a trophy and the other girls don't like it. They gossip about her behind her back and so she needs to put them in their place every so often.

The hoomin decided to leave them in the run for a week or so, so they could get aquanted and sort out the pecking order. But the only pecking going on was little Jon trying his luck with these pacy girls and their poofy 'skirts'.

Meanwhile back in the nursery coop and run where little Jon and Trudie used to be, GT (Jon and Sussie's love child) was quickly turning into a fine little cockrel. He practiced his crowing endlessly and did a bit of dancing for Trudies 6 chicks. GT is 10 weeks old and the little chicks are only 4 weeks old. They don't pay much attention to him, but always have a look at what he's fussing about. They are far more interested in the bugs that fly by, than a silly little cockerel strutting his stuff.

As the sun went down, little Jon sat on the highest perch and Trudie snuggled up beside him as usual. Little Jon was very pleased indeed. The view here is just so much better. A little later when it was darker, Sussie skooched up a bit closer to little Jon. What more could a little rooster want...

What will the days to come bring? Who knows.

 

[froggiesheins]

Love this story!!!!!

 

[chicken burger]

Little Jon woke up extra early to wake the neighbourhood. He was so chuffed with the new pace he wanted to start the day earlier. He scratched round the run showing the girls what a great man he is by showing them all the bugs they had missed. He even found a few imaginary bugs. Sussie and Trudie were thrilled with little Jon and hung on his every feather. Little TT was just there for the fun of it all. Grumpy pants Hester was a different story.
She was still very heartbroken about her true love Madiba. He was a fine rooster. He was so manly. He 'serviced' the girls in under 2 seconds and was always the perfect gentleman. He was very protective and had a very manly crow. Not like little Jon. He sounded a bit off key to her. But Madiba was just too rebellious. The Hoomin didn't mind him bighting and kicker her, but when he went for the little Hoomins, he was gone! Their chicks were gone too. A week after they hatched, they disappeared along with their father. The chatter amongst the girls is that he was sent to a little town on the outskirts of the city. He took Riri, Hester's sister, with him. The girls have heard the hoomin talking about him and it seems he is doing well. No word on the chicks though. Hester hears faint peeps from time to time but is convinced she is going bonkers. Hester missed Madiba so much. He was her first and true love. The hoomin has been seen shedding a tear or two. Hester knows she misses Madiba too. The property just isn't the same without him. So Hester stayed to one side, minding her own business and keeping the other girls in check.
The Hoomin felt sorry for Sarah who still refuses to leave the nest box, so she gave Sarah some eggs to set. Sarah is very happy and even more protective than usual. She is more determined than ever to hatch those chicks.
Trudie has found the company of TT to be less repulsive than she thought. The two girls sit up on the hay bale and manicure and pedicure. The two have even been spotted doing facials. TT swears the are BFF, but Trudie says she's not ready for that yet and pecks her occasionally to let her know she's still the main chook around.
Little Jon is a nervous little rooster. EVERYTHING is a potential threat. The doves that fly over freak him out and the Hoomin's dog gives him the willies. Every time the Hoomin puts in new food and water, the girls get rounded up into the corner while he tells them not to panic. The girls aren't half as freaked out by the Hoomin as he is, but he still feels the need to warn them. He doesn't trust that Hoomin. After-all, would you trust something that doesn't have any feathers? And those feet?! It's downright scary in his opinion.

 

[BigDaddy'sGurl]

Hoomins...love it!

Great story about little jon! Keep 'em coming!

 

[GammaPoppyLilyFlutter]

Haha, very good point Jon! Never trust things without feathers -waggles finger warningly-

 

[chicken burger]

The gangster girls are showing more interest in little Jon. Sussie often brushes up against him which makes his little toes curl! He always give her a “koooo” when she gets so close. But the most important development has been on the egg front.
Since the move, none of the girls have been laying any eggs. This bothered little Jon tremendously. He went in and out of the various nest boxes and called the girls in one by one to show them a suitable place to make a deposit. But the girls were not interested. TT followed him in each nest and scratched around, wondering what all the fuss was about. She had never felt that urge before. Trudie was never a diligent layer. She only lays eggs when she feels like it, but little Jon was sure these gangster girls would be different. He was not yet allowed to have a 'special moment' with any of the new girls, but he was sure that the rent for this new run was much higher than the previous coop and so the girls had to start working! Both Hester and Sussie stood in front of the nest boxes and watched him fuss about inside, but would not go in. despite his best efforts, everyone lost interest and went back to scratching about.
Later that afternoon. Sussie felt the 'urge'. She paced up and down the run complaining and making very obnoxious noises. Little Jon wasn't sure what the problem was but being a good man, he paced up and down with her with the seriousness of a anchor man. Then suddenly, she went to the highest nest box and squatted. Little Jon waited at the door of the nest, as he always did with Trudie, and waited very patiently. After a few moans and groans, Sussie layed her egg and plopped out of the nest box. She strolled on over to the food bowl and had a snack. Little Jon peaked in the nest box and lo and behold, there it was! RENT! He sounded the alarm! The hoomin had been watching the whole scene play out and promptly collected her rent. Little Jon was very proud of Sussie for her deposit and found a few special treats just for her.
Trudie and TT seemed UN-impressed and thought Sussie was just making them look bad. They continued to have facials and gossip about Hester's bad hair. Sarah turned her back on all the noise in the nest and Hester thought a dust bath is far more important than silly egg laying.

 

[chicken burger]

Little Jon with little wife Trudie befor the big move. He is VERY diligent when his ladies lay eggs.
We suspect he isn't true OEG, and has Dutch grandparents, hence the white ears, but SHHHHHH, dont tell him that, he'll have a fit again!!

 

[chicken burger]

Little Jon felt a little 'wobbly' this morning. For the life of him he couldn't figure out what the problem was. The gangster girls seemed to be looking at him funny and Trudie paid him much less attention than usual. Everything seemed normal this morning? He gave his usual wake up call, he scratched around the coop and found treats, although.....it was harder to find treats under all these feathers lying around. In-fact, now that he thought about it, he did find a really big feather earlier... WAIT A MINUTE! What's this? Shock, horror and disbelief! Oh the shame! Oh the humiliation! A MOLT! Little Jon only realised now that he had begun his annual molt! Both his beautiful long tail feathers had fallen out and his tail had been reduced to a pathetic bit of fluff that resembled a used paint brush!
What would the girls think! How embarrassing. He would never win their affections looking like THIS! Little Jon spent the rest of the day keeping a low profile and trying not to draw too much attention to himself. He lay in the sun a bit to warm up because things had become a little 'drafty' with this horrid molt! “You must be kidding me!” he thought as he closed his eyes....

While little Jon wallowed in self pitty, he failed to notice grumpy pants Hester's advances. For some reason she found little Jon's vulnerability quite attractive. She slowly and quietly came and lay next to him in the sun. She was very sneaky about it and little Jon hardly even noticed. None of the other girls noticed her either. They were inspecting a new plant that had sprung up in the coop. The gangster girls were used to free ranging on the property, so they didn't feel the need to gobble up everything green. Trudie however had never free ranged before, and before Sussie could tell TT that she thought it might be a sunflower sprout, the said sprout disappeared down Trudies throat. “how rude” Sussie mumbled and strolled off. TT feverishly looked for another sprout, she didn't care what it was, she just wanted one too.

It was time to settle in for the night. Little Jon was very militant about his times. The girls had to be roosting by 5pm and up by 5am in the mornings. He called Trudie up to the top roost where he was at exactly 5pm and the gangster girls followed. All except grumpy pants Hester. “Fancy THAT'” she thought. “Madiba never rushed me off to bed. We could stay out as late as we liked. I'll got to bed when I am good and ready!”
Around 6pm, Hester finally decided to go to bed. She quickly flew up all the branches to the highest roost and then, to everyone's surprise, she stomped around with her big butt on the branch and pushed the other girls out of the way until she reached little Jon. She then promptly plopped herself down, tightly against him! Her bum was so big she half covered little Jon. Little Jon gave her a “kooooo” and settled down under her 'skirt'. Her ample feathers were a warm welcome in his current....ahem....molt.

 

[gingerpeach22]

I'm enjoying your story. You have quite the flair for writing. The photo of Little Jon watching over Trudie on the nest is charming.

 

[froggiesheins]

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I'M IN LOVE!!!!