- Apr 2, 2009
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We used to have a chicken "menagerie", a bunch of different breeds of chicken and a few of their "mutt" offspring. Such a fun crew! (A bear broke in while we were on a vacation in December eating 2/3 of our chickens and smashing the coop to bits. Relatives who were feeding them for us had quite the mess on their hands)
One of the roosters was a mille fleur booted bantam named Little Red. (That's him on my avatar. I'd post a bigger pic but can't get at them at the moment). He was quite the selfish little rooster at first. He spent all his time trying to steal girls from out "boss rooster" Gimpy. He didn't ever take guard duty or help find food while free ranging.
Then one day he accepted his place in the chicken family hierarchy and became a very entertaining fellow
If there were any hens in the nest-boxes Little Red would sit on the edge of the row of boxes and keep careful watch. He took his turn watching the sky and the path to the coop.
The funniest thing that he would do was hang out near any human who was in the area and "pretend" to eat while really keeping a very sharp eye on the "intruder". He would peck at dried leaves and twigs. Bits of dirt clod. And scratch. Pick things up and drop them. If you moved he would instantly reposition himself between you and any nearby hens or chicks, scratching and pecking all the while. It was funny to see how long he could keep up his casual facade while you walked slowly around the chicken yard.
One of the roosters was a mille fleur booted bantam named Little Red. (That's him on my avatar. I'd post a bigger pic but can't get at them at the moment). He was quite the selfish little rooster at first. He spent all his time trying to steal girls from out "boss rooster" Gimpy. He didn't ever take guard duty or help find food while free ranging.
Then one day he accepted his place in the chicken family hierarchy and became a very entertaining fellow

The funniest thing that he would do was hang out near any human who was in the area and "pretend" to eat while really keeping a very sharp eye on the "intruder". He would peck at dried leaves and twigs. Bits of dirt clod. And scratch. Pick things up and drop them. If you moved he would instantly reposition himself between you and any nearby hens or chicks, scratching and pecking all the while. It was funny to see how long he could keep up his casual facade while you walked slowly around the chicken yard.