Oh, he is gorgeous. Q few months back we had a young trio that showed up -- we are only five houses in a tiny developement surrounded by farm and woods. Each house has 1+ acres, so there is penty of good pasture. The trio became a duo, and then the hen disappeared and we had the lone tom.
Of course, my husband could not keep himself from puttting out corn for them. They even flew over our 6 foot privacy fence and into our back yard to visit our flock of chickens. That introduction was pretty funny, but after a few uncertain moments they all got along fine. The tom became quite tame, and practiced his strut in our driveway for several weeks before and after teh hen disappeared. She never paid him an attention, either, come to think of it. All the neighbors had a name for him, too , and he loved to chase our cars as we drove out along our long private road. I was amazed to see the how his head turned from white to red to the most amazing electric blue.The iridecsence of their feathers is incredible -- truly they are magnificent animals. Well, of course, the inevitable happened -- a pickup pullled up across teh road one day, blasted him twice witha shotgun, threw him into the back and drove off. End of love affair. Much wailing in the neighborhood -- well, except for the one woman who chased him with a broom -- but she is the one who feeds the two dozen feral cats that grace our yard with their contributions.
Our little local pet/feed store is getting 50 Red Bourbons in a few days -- someone else ordered them from the breeder and then pulled out at the last minute. He is offering them for $6. a poult, stright run -- a huge bargain! But my husband says he doesn't think he can kill anything so beautiful. I keep hoping the hen might come back with a passel of wee ones.
