The Omega Rocks: The Last & Ultimate Barred Plymouth Rock Flock

that's awesome that you see eagles out there, Lisa. I see all sorts of hawks, but mostly Red-tails, Cooper's hawks and Sharp-shinned hawks. This summer, both my husband and I saw a massive hawk several times taking flight from the ground on my pasture lot. He was buff and cream-colored. I couldn't ID it from the coloring, ever saw that before, but with some research, I figured out that it was a luecistic Red-tail, meaning missing his proper coloring. No other hawks in this region are as large as a Red-tail. Once I did watch a peregrine falcon hunt a bird through the trees, up and down. There are others, but I have trouble identifying a couple from the others.
The leucistic hawk we saw looks like this guy: Leucistic Red Tail
 
That's so cool. I didn't know they had at type of coloring.
I didn't either, until I tried to find the bird I had just seen. The leucistics vary a lot. Some are almost pure white, some buff and white/cream, some have some black in them.
 
I didn't either, until I tried to find the bird I had just seen. The leucistics vary a lot. Some are almost pure white, some buff and white/cream, some have some black in them.
Now I'm imagining all the colors people would develop if we domesticated them and raised them.
 
It's been a non-eventful few days here, other than I just noticed another iris bloom about to open. I am in awe that I still have blooming irises almost in November! What a blessing they've been this year. Gotta find more of those re-bloomers to plant. How can we be almost in 2026?? I still vividly recall the Y2K drama.

Since the Atlas thread has become the chat thread, getting back to the Omega Rocks. You know I talk to my chickens because I've seen how they can learn so much more language than most realize. I talk to both of those boys a lot every day when they're in their interior pen. They look me in the eye and listen to every word, and I don't see any sort of expression that says "I'm gonna get you." Their eyes are so expressive, but soft. I realize not everyone understands what I mean by that, but I know that hard look from years back when my hatchery-descended rooster, Dutch, turned on me. His eyes became so cold after that, a marked shift in personality at well over a year old, only time that has ever happened to any of my roosters. I know the turning point with him, but too long to talk about here.

Each of these boys knows his name very well. Angus is so full of energy every morning, bouncing all over, tracking me as I go up and down the barn aisle first thing turning on lights so I can see to clean up. He paces back and forth following me, working himself up so when I open the door to let them out, he's like a spring let loose and bounds out of the door, then immediately turns back to the girls. They shoot out past him if they can, but Nathaniel holds back and walks out beside me because that particular version of Angus is very likely to engage him on the spot. You have to let him get his jollies out, that explosive morning energy (Hector was a lot like that) and then he calms down. He doesn't come at me at all and I don't sense any aggression from him. If I interrupted him in his morning assault, it might appear he is, but I see that healthy rooster energy every morning from him. For awhile, I was extremely cautious, but I'm getting used to his personality.
Mary, you may be right about Nathaniel just being sociable. I still don't quite trust him so the caution around him is still there, more so than with Angus. It's interesting that Angus will usually come back to get Nathaniel if he is hanging around me after the group goes out to their free range area.
Nathaniel and Angus have been behaving nicely with me and mostly with each other. However, yesterday Nathaniel was mating one of the girls while out in toward the pasture area. Angus took exception and knocked him off. For a moment, I thought the Big Battle was coming. Nathaniel didn't just run. He came back at Angus, both had feet clashing in mid-air for a split second, then Nathaniel came back to his senses and took off. If he'd continued, I may have had to intervene, but if I don't stop the tiny skirmishes if they are self-limiting. Roosters gonna rooster, as they say.

There is more of a difference in the size between those two now. Angus is filling out a lot and he is broader overall than Bash, a good bit larger than Nathaniel. If he turned on me, I think I'd just lay down and cry because he is everything I was hoping to get from my breeding male in this group. If you saw Nathaniel without seeing Angus, you'd think he's a looker, but if Angus walked up about then, it would be a "wow" moment.
 
Just when I said Nathaniel was being good, he wasn't. They were out and I needed them inside again. Walking toward the pen, I picked up a 5 gal bucket we use to collect shavings from the barn to bring it back to the barn.

Just as I went into the gate, as they all came up to greet me, Nathaniel eyed the bucket weirdly and ran at it, or me, I wasn't sure which. He got a very loud talking to, but I went into the barn aisle to put the bucket down with the others. I carry buckets around here every day in and out of the barn so it can't be the bucket. He doesn't seem dumb enough for it to be that. I got the impression he was using it as a shield between us, in an odd way.

As soon as I sat the bucket down inside the barn, Nathaniel rushed me again. Angus and the girls were already in their pen, so I ran Nathaniel all over the outside pen with a length of PVC pipe we use to herd the groups sometimes. He was pretty scared and finally he wanted to go inside, but then he got the "treatment" with me running him all over his inside pen, too. I herded him around and around. Angus saw my reaction and he was very upset. I tried to calm him down and make it plain that he wasn't the cause of any of it, that I was angry with the other guy. Eventually, Angus began to herd him away from me.

I am over these sneaky little attacks from Nathaniel. In my years of experience hearing other stories and remembering a couple of my own in our early years, if you make them temporarily afraid of you, it's just that, temporary; they will come back at you when you least expect it. I can't trust him and after today, he's heading for a one way ticket to nowhere. I need to give him a chance to really hit me, to make actual contact and flog me. If he does, that will put a final nail in his coffin. If he just keeps playing that game with me, well, I won't play for long. He's already done enough, even though he hasn't made contact yet. I haven't had to worry a rooster in almost two decades.
 
Cynthia I use a fishing net. Chase them down, scoop them up, and roughly toss them in a pen. If I decide to give them another chance and they are dumb enough to show any forward behaviors like following me out they go. This time of year hormones are low. Come early spring you may see worse behavior with surging hormones under increasing daylight. Personally I think you've given him enough chances, but I have many cockerel to go through and pick the betters from. I do understand not wanting to burn your bridges and go down to just one cockerel. If the other turns than you have none.
 
Cynthia I use a fishing net. Chase them down, scoop them up, and roughly toss them in a pen. If I decide to give them another chance and they are dumb enough to show any forward behaviors like following me out they go. This time of year hormones are low. Come early spring you may see worse behavior with surging hormones under increasing daylight. Personally I think you've given him enough chances, but I have many cockerel to go through and pick the betters from. I do understand not wanting to burn your bridges and go down to just one cockerel. If the other turns than you have none.
You have a valid point about hormone levels. I have given him more chances than I did his brother, Duncan, you're right about that. The only reason he is still here is just what you said about going down to the last one and what happens if something happens with or to Angus. I hate being violating my own rules about aggressive males and that's why I am holding off getting rid of him. If he was "pre-teen", before the hormones kicked into action, about the age Hector was, it would be a different story. Nathaniel is too old to just be boundary testing like some baby smart alec; he's almost 7 months old, and though he may not be as massive as Angus, he is no lightweight.
I hate to even tell Jamie any of this. In the end, I have to do what is safest for me. I can't be looking over my shoulder every minute and I refuse to continue that. It sucks because I'm fond of Nathaniel, but that affection is waning the more he acts this way.
 
Definitely think long and hard about it. I think a rooster that size could easily knock me over, or at least trip me as I tried to fend off an attack. If something happens to you Cynthia than all your chickens may have to go.

Not sure about you Cynthia, but for me falling down is a big deal these days. It takes a while to get back up, and if there was an aggressive rooster after me, I'm pretty sure one of us ain't getting back up.

Aggression of any kind takes the joy out of the hobby. Perhaps if you keep in your head you could always get more eggs to hatch and try again than it might help. I don't like getting down to the last one of anything, but sometimes we have no choice.
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