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Well, as long as the real rooster doesn't get pissy about it I suppose it's harmless but I really don't like it when hens crouch for me if I touch them.Yorkshire pudding cooked in dripping, rolled up around a thin layer of damson jam, dunked in the partly cooled and set dripping from the pan as you eat it
Oh ffs, am I gonna need to start tidbitting over dead leaves so she thinks I'm just as daft as the other numpties here?
I've got the problem now with Sylph. Mow doesn't do it. I don't cuddle either of them although both will jump on to my lap from time to time. I'm not sure why they do in most cases. It's not about food. It's not because they feel under threat and want safety.
Of course I enjoy it but I don't know what it means.
In some respects it's great to have that level of trust because it makes catching the hens so much easier and the easier it's done, the less stress all round. The downside is I'm not to be trusted as they would their rooster.
Assuming I get a rooster at the field, I want the hens to transfer to him as quickly as possible.
It's hard to discourage. Fat Bird and Ruffles lost their rooster in Catalonia. I had them both in my house most of the day for a while. A young cockerel called Cillin who had had his mum predated before she had introduced him to her tribe came under my care and he used to spen a lot of time in the house as well.
I could see straight away that Ruffles fancied him but Fat Bird was distinctly unimpressed. Her man had been Major, the rooster in my avatar. Cillin sort of hung around the edges for a few weeks. Then he started walking them back to their coop at night. (Bear in mind I'm acting rooster and that's part of the job).
One evening after Fat Bird and Ruffles had gone into the coop, Cillin climbed the ramp and poked his head through the door and made a call. I heard Ruffles answer and in he went. It took ages before Fat Bird would crouch for him; Ruffles was throwing herself at him for days.

Even after the tribe grew a couple of generations, Fat Bird would still split from the tribe and come to my house.
