My first ROO

I said to hubby what you've got going on is Poultry Peyton Place and he says to me, no, it's Fifty Shades of Hay!
LMAO!!! OMG I've gota Best SELLER!!! woot woot!!

Don't even get me started on the MAARES!!!

Wait .... hmmmmmm ( scratches chin ....)


Seriously though, can you believe Roopenn under the sheets with Lindsay, in Rue's NEST! in the AFTERNOON!??
 
He does have a crown, now that I think of it ... p'raps he IS a Prince? Thanks for the feedback. I think he's pretty, but I've really only every known one rooster ~ him! LOL My husband didn't want a rooster AT ALL. He didn't want the eggs fertilized and blah blah blah ... 'he's gonna attract coyotes ...' So now he's all bonding with Roopenn because now he's a star, right? Roopenn's the man, the boss!! It's only a matter of time until hubby builds a roost in the man cave for him, so they can share a pint while he's fixing cars...
HAHAHA! I going to wait until I read all of your thread but I just started laughing so hard I had to go to the bathroom again. Roopenn is beautiful. I wish I could get a rooster like that. And his father oh my god that's something!
 
So anyways, I was coming back form night check on the horses, you know, want to make sure they're set with hay, water and cable TV. Don't want any more looting.

On my way to the house I figured I'd check on the chickens. So, at the door to the coop I'm actually thinking twice .. y'know ...about ... well, I mean should I knock? I'm kinda worried about busting in on something I shouldn't be seeing, y'know? So if figured I'd just listen at the door ...


Everything was pretty quiet

..........................

Lindsay and Rue were cooing

"Michaelbublaaaaay"
"Michaelbulaaay"
"SoundslikeMichaelBublaay"
"....Bublaaaaaaay"
"MichaelBublaaaay"
"..blaaaay"

....................

"He'sbraaayyyyyyyve"
"Braaaaayyyyyyve"
He'sreally braaaaayyyve"
Hesbraayyyve"

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"He's high ..."
"Hes sohiiyyygh"
"he'sreally hawwwiiigh"
he's haaawwwwyyygh"
"...hawwwwyygh"
"haawwyygh"


High? What's that supposed to mean? That's all I need, now. So my curiosity actually took rein of my fear and I opened the coup door.



"Woah that's bright! Close your eyes, let me tell you all the reasons why ..."

Well things looked in order. Roopenn was pretty high alright.
Lindsay and Rue were getting along fine all tucked in together on their low perch, still cooing. Well that's good then. Hens must have an enormous capacity for forgiveness, cuz there they were all besties once again, cooing and lulling to each other about Michael Buble, even after today's drama.



G'night girls...

"he'smaawwwine"
"Nohesmaawwine"
"maawwine"
"nomaaaawwwine"


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Roopenn does not just sing Michael Buble. Apparently, he saves that for the girls.

Anyways, as I said earlier, my hubby initially didn't really want Roopenn, at all, and recently, due to the Roo's undeniable chick-magnet ability he has risen in status. Even more so, has he risen in status, after yesterday evening, when my eighteen-year-old son, who likes to forage in the wee hours of the morning, was complaining after supper of lack of sleep. LMAO!!! "That stupid bird was outside my window at SEVEN IN THE MORNING and would not shut up!!!"

Revenge is sweet.
 
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He. Won't. Shut. Up.

Ok I totally get that he just found his voice and he's all happy about it, showing off for his girls, but all day? Hopefully, Roopenn will get over that youngster bravado and settle into a more practical rhythm of crowing.

I mean morning and afternoon and evening would be great. Presently if he was a time piece, he'd be the third hand
...

The other night he even missed curfew! WITH RUE! They were out all night together.

Then my husband-who-didn't-want-a-Rooster-in-the-first-place accused Lindsay of being broody because of Roopenn, said she was sitting on an egg. So I went out to see her and NO SHE WAS NOT! There was the most lovely egg just waiting in her nest box and she was nowhere brooding over it. I'm sure she was still in the process of squeezing it out when he checked, probably not enough energy to push it out with Roopenn all carrying on painting the acreage red with his honey.

Poor Lindsay. Broody.

Unbelievable.

She's a perfect hen.
 
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I'm dyinggggg from your narrating!!!!!
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