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This is Pippi.
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This is Abby and Alice
Everyone is peaceful in the hen and pullet pens. Wish I could say the same for Mad and Pip. Mad’s Going to go hoarse from crowing and Pip is going to wear himself out pacing the fence line. Poor babies.
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Not to hurt their feelings, I took a picture of the hens, all except Bee is in the one. I think she is inside laying.
I'm so sorry you lost Mr. Biggles! He sounds like a wonderful rooster. And I'm so glad Elvis worked out!!! Now, if I could just find a seasoned rooster to teach my Mad Hatter a lesson or two.Ok. I kind of got one. I live Kauai, Hawaii where we have plenty of wild chickens everywhere... I kid you not, they are everywhere. That will come into play a little later in my small story.
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I absolutely loved him but he was the WORST! He was rude and mean to the young girls so I had to figure something out. I dropped him off at our horses pasture with a big scrappy wild flock that I feed and keep an eye on. I opened the carrier and this well fed, extra large monster struts out and I think... Oh God, what have I done!!! I've unleashed the Devil into this poor flock and onto my other favorite roo Mr. Biggles- a beautiful Cinnamon mix 2/3 Elvis's size, who was the big reason I got chickens in the first place, and who BTW was a fantastic roo, father, friend. My heart sank and I felt terrible...
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Well, Elvis may have won the first battle, maybe even two but Mr. Biggles was seasoned and relentless. I came back that eve and Biggles had Elvis on the run. So I scooped Elvis up and took him home thinking he had learned his lesson. But not! So, with a heavy heart I brought Elvis back to the pasture where it was much of the same thing, Elvis reared up acting all bad but this time Mr. Biggles had his #. I left Elvis there that night but the next eve he was traumatized, hungry and thirsty wanting his soft home. Elvis saw me and tried to come to me but Mr. Biggles caught sight of him and chased him under the riding lawnmower where he stayed and cowered and cried begging for mercy. It was absolutely heart breaking... ha ha! Mr. Biggles was beat and bruised but clearly the winner. I picked up poor shaking Elvis and took him home again. This time, he was the most perfect gentle rooster that I had seen from then on out.... next to Mr. Biggles of course.
Very sad to report- Mr Biggles was attacked by what I guess was a dog at the rodeo this time last year. Probably protecting his girls that he so tenderly took care of. We were devastated. His first son, Big Red is now in charge (cockerel in photo). I raise two of Mr Biggles babies at home. They are now over 2 yo.View attachment 2006364
I did try taking Biggles home twice when he was first dropped off at the pasture but he preferred the wide open spaces, the many trees and hens of Waimea. I think he lived the life he wanted.
I agree! Don't give up on him... I know it's hard because of all of those darn hormones but he is so handsome and there is a chance! Mr Biggles was a punk too when he first showed up at the pasture.I'm so sorry you lost Mr. Biggles! He sounds like a wonderful rooster. And I'm so glad Elvis worked out!!! Now, if I could just find a seasoned rooster to teach my Mad Hatter a lesson or two.