Kyle sort of reminds me of my Black Cochin hen Morgan. Morgan was l-a-z-y. I called her "Slo-mo". One time we had a sudden punishing hail storm. All the chickens ran back to the run to get under cover. Not Morgan. After the storm moved on, here comes Morgan, drenched, but unperturbed. Slowly, she came into the run as if nothing had happened. She would spend her later years until she died a week ago on a feed sack cushion, getting off only to eat when I served up the fermented feed. She was nearly eleven. This was always her temperament.
Kyle is a mellow dude by temperament. He's a large breed, and it does take them until they're nearly two until they fully mature. I think the short winter days are delaying the onset of his hormones. I predict Kyle will take a sudden interest in the hens long around late March.
Kyle may just be a late bloomer. I hope he remains a nice guy.
Kyle is a mellow dude by temperament. He's a large breed, and it does take them until they're nearly two until they fully mature. I think the short winter days are delaying the onset of his hormones. I predict Kyle will take a sudden interest in the hens long around late March.
Kyle may just be a late bloomer. I hope he remains a nice guy.