Please, tell me some sweet rooster stories!

[ChickensAreSweet]

This is Rooey. He watches over his silkie girls (not the bigger girls though) and calls them over for treats. He shuffles around and tells the girls which way to walk.

If I pick up one of his girls, he actually kind of honks at me- it is almost a boyish scream, like "aooooooooo!"

He can't see very well but still wanders over to the side of the yard with no netting overhead to watch out for the bigger girls some. They won't have anything to do with him, though.

He lets me pick him up and I gently pet the side of his face to tell him that I am his friend, and I give him hugs. He is never quite sure if he likes all that, but tolerates it well.

I think he looks like an Angel.

 

[Godsgrl]

Some friends of mine had a gorgeous RIR/EE roo, he was huge! But the sweetest chicken I've ever known. He loved his ladies, took great care of them. If there was a disturbance in the yard, he was there to see what needed to be done. He would dance when the hens were let out to free-range. My friend's little 2 year old child could pick him up with no problem. He NEVER dropped a wing, never thought about flogging.

The rooster was named Goober (kids named him), and he would call the hens over for any dropped goodies, call chicks to come eat when he found food. He'd hide in the run when we put the hens up, so he wouldn't get separated from them. I loved that bird, he always let me run my fingers through his beautiful tail feathers. Unfortunately, one day, he was killed by another rooster in a dispute over food. I was standing not 4 feet away, and it happened too fast for me to do anything. Tears fell from my eyes that day. I've never known a rooster like him, and probably never will again. God bless, Goob, we miss you.

 

[Tina D]

Yay! Thanks for more rooster stories everyone!

 

[theoldchick]

25 or so years ago I found a Banty rooster I name Mr. Banty Pants because of the way he bowed his head made him look like he was pulling up his pants.

He was the neatest little rooster anybody could own. When I gave him a few ladies who were more than twice his size he danced around like a fool. Strutting and crowing like he was the best thing since the discovery of reese cups. Every time he crowed I wanted to grab my 3in1 oil and see what that squeak was.

Although Mr Banty Pants was tolerant of humans he did not like any other varmints around his ladies. He attacked snakes, dogs, cats, and one time a red tail who nailed one of his hens. That poor hawk looked terrified when I came around the corner with shovel in hand. Mr. Banty Pants was all over that bird of prey who was probably praying for divine intervention by the time I came along.

One look at me with my hair on end, shovel aimed for his head, the hawk abandoned his prize who was still screaming her death cry. I tossed my shovel aside and took the gasping hen into the trailer I lived in. She was lucky and survived but I could tell she was depressed being in the dog carrier isolated from her flock. So I put her in the shade of the white pine and watched from my window.

Didn't take long for Mr. Banty Pants to find her and he strutted and crowed his way toward her. The hen cackled as he displayed his magnificent miniature body to her. He quickly wandered off and I was thinking bad thought about my little Bantam. Then he returned doing his wing dance and stomping his feet. He bobbed his head this way and that way and presented a grasshopper to the hen. He dropped it at his feet and the hen pressed her head against the wire in an attempt to get it.

Mr. Banty Pants strutted and carried on then realized his prize was still on the ground. He picked up the insect and pushed his beak between the wire so the hen could take his offering. He did this every time I placed the carrier under the tree. To this day I believe the hen survived the attack thanks to Mr. Banty Pants careful nursing.

 

[Tina D]

Eeeee! Mr. Banty Pants is my hero! What a sweet, sweet boy!!

 

[stuckinthecity]

I had a flock of yard bantams (my first chickens ever) at my grandparents house. Well, we had a pair of BB somethings, and 3 white bantams. The little brown BB hen hatched out one egg from a clutch of about 15...snake got the eggs... and that little rooster took care of his hen and chick all the time. He even saved the little chick's life when a hawk tried to get it. He ended up getting taken by the hawk...

Another story is an EE roo I had. I don't remember where I got him from now

Anyway, I had a favorite little hen named Ginger, and she was most likely a phoenix cross. Well a hawk came one day and caught her on the nest and that roo gave his life trying to save hers. They both died that day

I hatched out some eggs I had gathered before that had happened... wouldn't you know it, one of them looked JUST like him.

I love good, protective roosters.