I raised to poults with some store bought chicks one died but the other lived. He was a Tom, from that day on he never left my chickens. He was very friendly except during May (breeding season). He would puff his chest out and carry on when I was working on the chicken coop and as soon as you turned your back on him he tried to spur you (not bad, it was a half-hearted attempt really), and when you bent over to get the chicken eggs he would bite you in the derriere. Sometimes he was very mean to some of the hens that were low in the pecking order, once or twice drawing blood. He would do anything for dog food. My friend ended up losing his tom to old age and begged use of mine so I gave in. All I had to do to get him in the pickup was walk along with the dog food. He is very happy now where he is but my friends wife says she is starting to get tired of him sitting on their deck and staring in the sliding glass doors at the dog food bowls! She says as soon as she turns her back he is in the house. Mine was a blue slate by the way. I miss him sooo much too, so just put some turkey eggs in the bator yesterday (royal palm).
