The Handsome Stranger
The day was cold and windy so the girls stayed close to the coop. Barbara spent some time sitting on the top roost, practicing for where she rightfully belongs when the day comes. She practiced her nesting next. Wendy Wyandotte has moved her broody cranky self over one nest, so she no longer has to contend with Barbaraâs Big Butt on top of her. Barbara was in the second nest on the left when she heard a funny noise. It sounded like a rooster calling, but it was somehow different. . . perhaps a rooster who spoke another language?
Barbara hopped down, did a quick preening (itâs hard to keep all those bars lined up) and poked her head out the pop door to see what was up. The girls in the outside pen were all aflutter, running about and clucking excitedly. The funny rooster called again and Barbara could not contain herself. There was a handsome rooster outside the pen and she had never seen quite such a manly chicken before. (He was the Mike Rowe of chickendom, for those of you following that thread on BYC).
He was quite colorful, with a dark green head, bright red sexy eye patches and a ring around his neck. His body all kinds of oranges and chestnut colors with spots and lacing and he had a really really long pointed tail with stripes on it. Barbaraâs chicken heart skipped a beat. . . He was so gorgeous. None of the home boys were quite that spectacular!
The handsome rooster thought the girls were quite the audience. He strutted up and down outside their pen making calling noises in his foreign language. The girls flapped and tittered like silly teenage girl chickens trying to get the cute boy to notice them.
Almost as suddenly as he came, he was gone. He disappeared into the tall weeds with another drab brown chicken with a pointy tail. Barbara was disappointed to see him leave, but if he ever comes back she figures the drab little hen wonât be much competition.
