Show off your roosters!!

[Chickassan]

What a handsome boy! Love is beard! lol And super cute little chicks!

That beard is out of control lol!

Love these pictures . Is he the papa?

Yes he is, he loves chick time you can probably tell.

 

[Cryss]

Yes he is, he loves chick time you can probably tell.

He's so proud! Adorable!

 

[LaidWithLove]

I’m adoring these gorgeous roosters! I truly love them, but it took a super special roo to convince me. Enter Rugie. Roogaroo is a Blue Langshan. He’s absolutely- well, the love of my chicken life! Don’t tell my favorite hen. I just absolutely am blessed to have him. He’s super laid back and a giant (9.5 lbs, which he would like everyone to know is PERFECT weight for a Langshan boy, of pure fluff) goofball. He is part dog. I swear. He follows me all around just like a pup and chatters, coos, squeals (when those darned herons fly over. Of all the nerve!!) and barks. Yes, he barks. Like a BORRRR? kind of noise. Think basset hound baying. When he gets startled he lets loose with a string of appalled barks and squeals. All it takes is a scolding for being a touch rough with the hens (because they’re brats and he can’t run as fast to catch them- which they KNOW) or because he’s let them across the street to the neighbors (while politely remaining on the edge of his yard) to send him running back to the coop where he will hide until reassured that he’s alright. Oh, and the photos of his wattles sticking to the sides? He shakes his head a lot. Particularly when spoken to in a high pitched voice. We think he likes to hear them swing back and forth. He also likes naps. Yes, you heard me. When the hens come out to free range, he beelines for the lemon balm bush (which has a hidey hole juuuust his size) or under the workbench to lay down and purr. Until someone catches him and he jumps up- alarmed as though indignant to have been sleeping on the job. Which he does good at, sharing almost all of his goodies with the hens. Except for biscuits. He loves biscuits. He takes them and runs far away to eat them. No food noise for the biscuits. Surely this guy has to have a flaw, but I can’t find it. Maybe it was the no crow collar we tried when he went through his crowing-all-day phase, the one (or four) he chewed off. When I’d put a new one on he would cordially nip at the collar, taking care not to bite my hands. He doesn’t wear them anymore though! He likes being held, as well. I mean, he carries on like I’m beating him when I go to corner and scoop him up but then he just relaxes and you can touch him anywhere. Oh, and let’s discuss his issues with the dark. He’s afraid of it. Squalls like a baby if I don’t go turn the coop light on for him when he wants. You can hear him twenty yards away hollering. He is maybe a tiny bit of a wuss! Or chicken. He also likes to stand on any kind of hill. See the compost pile? It was about a foot high and he got so excited he stepped on two hens to get up there. He doesn’t care if it’s two inches or four feet, he likes to be up high. Which is an issue when he wants to sit on the SLIGHTLY higher roost in the coop and stomps on the hens to make them move, then he plops down and goes to sleep.

Sorry for the long post but he deserves it!

 

[Cryss]

I’m adoring these gorgeous roosters! I truly love them, but it took a super special roo to convince me. Enter Rugie. Roogaroo is a Blue Langshan. He’s absolutely- well, the love of my chicken life! Don’t tell my favorite hen. I just absolutely am blessed to have him. He’s super laid back and a giant (9.5 lbs, which he would like everyone to know is PERFECT weight for a Langshan boy, of pure fluff) goofball. He is part dog. I swear. He follows me all around just like a pup and chatters, coos, squeals (when those darned herons fly over. Of all the nerve!!) and barks. Yes, he barks. Like a BORRRR? kind of noise. Think basset hound baying. When he gets startled he lets loose with a string of appalled barks and squeals. All it takes is a scolding for being a touch rough with the hens (because they’re brats and he can’t run as fast to catch them- which they KNOW) or because he’s let them across the street to the neighbors (while politely remaining on the edge of his yard) to send him running back to the coop where he will hide until reassured that he’s alright. Oh, and the photos of his wattles sticking to the sides? He shakes his head a lot. Particularly when spoken to in a high pitched voice. We think he likes to hear them swing back and forth. He also likes naps. Yes, you heard me. When the hens come out to free range, he beelines for the lemon balm bush (which has a hidey hole juuuust his size) or under the workbench to lay down and purr. Until someone catches him and he jumps up- alarmed as though indignant to have been sleeping on the job. Which he does good at, sharing almost all of his goodies with the hens. Except for biscuits. He loves biscuits. He takes them and runs far away to eat them. No food noise for the biscuits. Surely this guy has to have a flaw, but I can’t find it. Maybe it was the no crow collar we tried when he went through his crowing-all-day phase, the one (or four) he chewed off. When I’d put a new one on he would cordially nip at the collar, taking care not to bite my hands. He doesn’t wear them anymore though! He likes being held, as well. I mean, he carries on like I’m beating him when I go to corner and scoop him up but then he just relaxes and you can touch him anywhere. Oh, and let’s discuss his issues with the dark. He’s afraid of it. Squalls like a baby if I don’t go turn the coop light on for him when he wants. You can hear him twenty yards away hollering. He is maybe a tiny bit of a wuss! Or chicken. He also likes to stand on any kind of hill. See the compost pile? It was about a foot high and he got so excited he stepped on two hens to get up there. He doesn’t care if it’s two inches or four feet, he likes to be up high. Which is an issue when he wants to sit on the SLIGHTLY higher roost in the coop and stomps on the hens to make them move, then he plops down and goes to sleep.

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He is gorgeous!

 

[MROO]

I’m adoring these gorgeous roosters! I truly love them, but it took a super special roo to convince me. Enter Rugie. Roogaroo is a Blue Langshan. He’s absolutely- well, the love of my chicken life! Don’t tell my favorite hen. I just absolutely am blessed to have him. He’s super laid back and a giant (9.5 lbs, which he would like everyone to know is PERFECT weight for a Langshan boy, of pure fluff) goofball. He is part dog. I swear. He follows me all around just like a pup and chatters, coos, squeals (when those darned herons fly over. Of all the nerve!!) and barks. Yes, he barks. Like a BORRRR? kind of noise. Think basset hound baying. When he gets startled he lets loose with a string of appalled barks and squeals. All it takes is a scolding for being a touch rough with the hens (because they’re brats and he can’t run as fast to catch them- which they KNOW) or because he’s let them across the street to the neighbors (while politely remaining on the edge of his yard) to send him running back to the coop where he will hide until reassured that he’s alright. Oh, and the photos of his wattles sticking to the sides? He shakes his head a lot. Particularly when spoken to in a high pitched voice. We think he likes to hear them swing back and forth. He also likes naps. Yes, you heard me. When the hens come out to free range, he beelines for the lemon balm bush (which has a hidey hole juuuust his size) or under the workbench to lay down and purr. Until someone catches him and he jumps up- alarmed as though indignant to have been sleeping on the job. Which he does good at, sharing almost all of his goodies with the hens. Except for biscuits. He loves biscuits. He takes them and runs far away to eat them. No food noise for the biscuits. Surely this guy has to have a flaw, but I can’t find it. Maybe it was the no crow collar we tried when he went through his crowing-all-day phase, the one (or four) he chewed off. When I’d put a new one on he would cordially nip at the collar, taking care not to bite my hands. He doesn’t wear them anymore though! He likes being held, as well. I mean, he carries on like I’m beating him when I go to corner and scoop him up but then he just relaxes and you can touch him anywhere. Oh, and let’s discuss his issues with the dark. He’s afraid of it. Squalls like a baby if I don’t go turn the coop light on for him when he wants. You can hear him twenty yards away hollering. He is maybe a tiny bit of a wuss! Or chicken. He also likes to stand on any kind of hill. See the compost pile? It was about a foot high and he got so excited he stepped on two hens to get up there. He doesn’t care if it’s two inches or four feet, he likes to be up high. Which is an issue when he wants to sit on the SLIGHTLY higher roost in the coop and stomps on the hens to make them move, then he plops down and goes to sleep.

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We need more rooster stories like Rugie's! This would make a good article, too - so people who question whether or not roosters can be friendly can find it easily!

 

[BethTank]

 

[BethTank]

Above is Andy. He is a Svart Hona and a great rooster. I sell eggs from him and they make amazing babies!

 

[Cryss]

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Above is Andy. He is a Svart Hona and a great rooster. I sell eggs from him and they make amazing babies!

WOW!

 

[Lovelygreens]

This is Ricky with his harem of hens digging for worms in the sprinklers. He is a good rooster that bounces between 4 flocks and has been a great breeding father. He seems to like being with our wyandottes in the spring and will stick right by our leghorn during the summer. He briefly hangs out with the Rhode island reds in the fall and then free runs with our barred rocks in the winter. Standing at 31 inches tall and a great protector( he has claims 2 cat eyes and the wing of a hawk that got into the barn). Vary friendly to people and loves to check on the little chicks. Some cons about him... he absolutely hates heat lights. He will shearch for ones he can get close to and will attack them. He wont break the glass but will peck them till they go out(even will attempt to go through windows and trying to fly to get to them). The other con is that he will attempt to chase out any wild birds that come near the property... size dont matter to him(he even will kick a nest out of a tree if he can get to it).

 

[Raptorsgocluck]

King William (speckled Sussex) 2 months old

Sir Louie! (Penciled Leghorn)