This Drives Me Crazy...

[the poppster]

Dear Shortgrass, Larry was low roo on the roster until this summer...that is when his true colors showed....so just keep an eye on your Fuzzy Little Under Dog.....he may surprise you...and his tormentors yet...my Ol Larry might look like a stuffed animal....and sound like a seeking door....but he's all rooster...and he knows it!!! Funny rooster....Goofy looking....but if you look closely at that big black eye.....you will see a confidence that the others lack....he is totally transgressive to me and all of the birds except for the Rooster that steps out of line....he doesn't seem to be afraid of much...he doesn't run away from most strange things....he may move away slowly but he keeps an eye on the intruder....hes a great little roo.

 

[shortgrass]

Dear Shortgrass, Larry was low roo on the roster until this summer...that is when his true colors showed....so just keep an eye on your Fuzzy Little Under Dog.....he may surprise you...and his tormentors yet...my Ol Larry might look like a stuffed animal....and sound like a seeking door....but he's all rooster...and he knows it!!! Funny rooster....Goofy looking....but if you look closely at that big black eye.....you will see a confidence that the others lack....he is totally transgressive to me and all of the birds except for the Rooster that steps out of line....he doesn't seem to be afraid of much...he doesn't run away from most strange things....he may move away slowly but he keeps an eye on the intruder....hes a great little roo.

I can actually see that... He's smarter than you would think...stays in the shadows, sneaky little bugger lol.... He never really has been too social, doesn't really CARE if nobody likes him... I sure hope he doesn't turn into a little chihuahua roo ha-ha; I had 2 banty Cochin roos that ended up in the deep freeze they turned so bratty

He's definitely up to something lol

 

[the poppster]

Ha!!! I did the same thing with a couple of nasty boys this spring..the neighbor said they tasted great....I refuse to be assaulted by a ten pound rooster....or a two pounder....just don't want to put up with it...having to keep watch every time you enter the run or coop...I had a Dark Cornish Rooster that was the devil in iridescent black feathers....at almost 12 lbs he packed a wallop...his spurs went thru my jeans and my skin...to this day I carry the scars from that encounter....I took to arming myself with a shovel every time I had to enter the run... no one dared to turn your back on him....we would play a kind of game of chicken tennis....he was the "Game Cock" ...he would make a rush at me and jump up to kick me and I would sweep him out of the air with the shovel and send him flapping thru the air...if he could have redeemed the unplanned flights he took, with frequent flyer points...he could have flown to Detroit from the UP more then once....God he was a Hateful Bird!!! Oh and before anyone starts to worry about "Dino-The-Dinosaur-Rooster" (He lived to a ripe old age and never suffered any injuries from his "Flights")...I wouldn't put up with it now. He would have sealed his fate with the first drop of blood.

 

[Hen Heaven]

the poppster:

Ha!!!!!! Great Story!

I had an awesome silkie rooster named "Wooster". He was born in spring of 2013 but we got them from someone else; we didn't breed him. He was sooooo FUNNY!!!!!!!

Wooster had a huge personality. He showed off his stuff a lot by flapping his wings and crowing. He showed off until I came towards him. He would back down and say,"Oh poo!". Then he would get nervous and run around the yard, balking. He threw himself into the fence a lot! He would try to escape but he couldn't. When he'd give up, he would scream as if he were saying,"Please don't kill me!!!". I picked him up and pet him after that. I know its bad to freak him out like that but, oh well.

He had three other siblings: a girl and two roos. We had to give away the other siblings because we wanted to keep the "female". Well, I was at school and mom caught three and gave them to some people. What she didn't know was that she kept Wooster, a guy.

Wooster never was very mean to the hens. He mated with them and stuff but that was all he did to them besides looking after them. He was white and he never got his poofyness, or his puff on his head. He had dark, purple skin that on the end of his wings, that scabbed up and bled a lot. He had odd feet, with five toes and his spurs (its normal, but it looks weird).

One day, I was giving them grain in the yard on a cloudy day in 2014. All were calm as I threw the grain at them. Then, I stopped throwing it for FIVE SECONDS!!! When I threw some, it hit Wooster and he jumped really high, and landed on his back. I laughed so hard! All I did was give them grain! True story. I never lie about chicken stories.

He also got on my nerves because he got on a girl and ripped some feathers out. I was also just energetic and mad already when I picked him up and threw him in the pond. Yes, its stupid. Did he swim? Yes. He swam to shore safely and soaking wet. I felt bad after I did that. He maybe wanted to hide in a hole for a while after that.

Sadly, after a year or so, Wooster (after so many memories and fun times) died. A bear broke into the coop and killed Beauty, one of my favorite Buff Orpingtons (thats another story) without a sign. Then, Wooster was laying on the ground without any sign of scratch. He wasn't stepped on or anything. I'm pretty sure he got scared to death, because he was always a scared rooster.

I miss Wooster a lot, but I've moved on. I want a rooster again. We can't get one yet. I have 20 chickens now: two buffs (we used to have six), two Light Brahmas (used to have four others), five Barred Rocks, Three Roadies (one chick died), five Americanas, two Delawares and three Golden Laced Wyandottes.

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