Can we get our two boys together? Maybe some of your sweet boys sweetness will rub off on my brat. Larry was supposed to be a girl. He wasn't. He and I have been playing the bad rooster game for the past two months now and at the moment I'm ahead, but barely. In fact I just got done chasing the little feathered demon around the run with the first thing I could grab which happened to be a plastic bag with some (not a lot) pine chips in it. No, I know, it sounds terrible but my LO boy is a hand full right now. I have one rooster that is a doll. Wouldn't trade him for all the gold in the world. My two Welsummer roosters are okay. They have to be watched simply because every now and again they like to do a sneak attack on my heels when my back is turned but they have never caused any real damage and when they do it, all I have to do is spin around really fast at them and they take off running in the opposite direction. But Larry is....well I'm starting to think a bit of a mental case. He is an absolutely GORGEOUS LO. He weighs a good 12 pounds if not more and stands heads above the other 3 roosters. He also likes to try to dominate me, which just started a month or two ago. Until then he was a nice boy. I would pick him up and carry him around thinking that he would be easier to deal with and then when the spring hormones came into play, my sweet Dr Jekyll turned into My Hyde. I have tried everything with this rooster and have decided that it is just a battle of wills between us. Today I was sitting out in the run with two of my 12 week old pullets sitting on my lap and was aware that Larry was moving in on me. He does it slowly, casually, side stepping a bit, reaching down, picking up a tidbit, laying it down, all the while moving closer. Because he is unpredictable right now, I don't let him get too close, so when I put the two youngsters down and stood up, out went his hackles at me. I keep a broom handy just for such an occasion but it was sitting outside the run by the door and I didn't want to back down from him so the first thing my hand encountered was this plastic bag with some pine chips in it that I had left sitting by my bench. The next thing Larry knew he had the bag between him and me but he wasn't backing down. He flew at the bag spurs first and actually ripped a hole in it. Since he had done the same thing to my right foot last week and managed to puncture not only my muck boot but my foot also, him attacking the bag was an all out cavalry charge as far as I was concerned. I went on the offensive, and finally got him to back down from me but we got a pretty good work out. As long as I can get him to back down, he usually stays good for a week or so and then challenges me again. I seriously do not know if he thinks I am a stronger Rooster as he is the #4 rooster, bottom of the pecking order. Or if he thinks I am a big hen that he is trying to win over. I know there are people who would and will say get rid of him, eat him, send him on a slow boat ride to China but in all honesty, what saves him is the fact that he is a beautiful rooster and I am bound and determined to make him see the error of his ways so we can at least live with a truce between us. But then again, I have a feeling that once a week for the next 6 years I'm destined to be galloping after the silly bird with my trusty broom in my hand or bag of pin chips, whatever in order to preserve the sanctity of my feet and ankles.
So that is the story of Larry Bird. Tell me about your sweet LO please? Let me know that there are really nice ones out there.