Worlds greatest Rooster!!!

I'm pretty proud of my roo too. (Hey, I'm a poet!
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) I love to watch him ruling his domain. He never fails to give the warning when my cat comes around... which is pretty amusing, b/c the cat would tremble in fear if any of the chickens gave chase. He does some tidbitting, but is not always a complete gentleman when the snacks come out. I put up a nest box today, and he was right up there with the gals, checking out the new accommodations. He had to try it out to see if it was good enough. Then, he was checking out the blue plastic egg in the other box, rolling it all over the place. He will not allow his girls to fight.
 
This is not a story, this is the tale of the life of Brutus.

Why, just this morning I left my house and was headed to the small coop to let the birds out. The large coop where Brutus lives has an automatic door.

I heard the mighty call of Brutus, I looked south where the Battle hymn was emanating and I saw a glow. There was Brutus standing guard on top of an old sand/dirt pile in the domain of the Lone Tree gang. The glow was showering Brutus, silhouetting him.

I thought it was either the second coming, or the Twin Cities had been destroyed in a thermonuclear attack.

I was shaking in fear, my mouth was dry, tears were coming to my eyes, when Brutus gave his mighty call reassuring me everything was ok. Then it dawned upon me I was either seeing the reflected glory of Brutus or the Sun changed position so it could rise over Brutus. I am still not sure which it was...

I am glad I have no plans to ever eat Brutus, because I doubt there is a axe made strong enough to hurt him...


This is a true adventure!
 
The definition of 'story' per dictionary.com:

"a narrative, either true or fictitious, in prose or verse, designed to interest, amuse, or instruct the hearer or reader"

I look forward to reading more of the story, as you tell it so well!
 
I have a Blue Andalusian rooster (he is actually black) the glistens green in the sun. He stands very tall and proud and is loved and respected by 22 hens. His feathers are glorious, long and lustrous. He will stand against anyone or anything that he perceives to be a threat to his dominion...including me at times. It is his destiny and his fate to be who and what he is...and I almost got rid of him when he was the hen that decided to be a rooster.

And so...Amor Fati Brutus...love and embrace your fate...sounds like it is going to be a really good one.
 
My wife and I are at odds over pictures of Brutus.

We are going to enter him in the comb contest and need help deciding which picture to post there.

Brutus is camera shy and it is hard to get a picture that captures the true Brutus!
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Tell me which one I should send in,,,

And for those of you asking, "No, Brutus's home planet was not Kypton"!
 
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I will try to send in number 1 then. Thanks

I am not sure I can get Brutus to sign all the releases needed. He is so fussy about his pictures.

He really told me off today. His automatic door failed this AM and I had to let him out. He was not happy with me.

Now more of the saga of Brutus.

This is an actual event, It happened yesterday. I was checking on my elderly Mother who lives in the house across the drive. As I was having my coffee I looked out to see a squirrel get off a tree and start across the yard. Brutus saw this!

Brutus was not about to allow a squirrel in his area. There were hens there, and they belonged to Brutus. Brutus approached the squirrel with caution. He cocked his head back and forth several times while sizing up the foe. Then Brutus sprung into action and attacked! He chased the squirrel around the yard. The squirrel was completely unnerved by this attack. Mr. Squirrel had no idea what to do, he started back towards the tree he came from, but quickly changed tactics when he realized he could not make that tree.

The squirrel made a 90 degree turn and headed for a small apple tree, a foolish move in retrospect. Brutus got a good peck in on the squirrels back side. I swear the squirrel jumped 2 feet when Brutus touched him. The squirrel took refuge in the apple tree and was only about 3 feet above Brutus's head, I told you it was a small apple tree!

Mr. Squirrel took the offensive posture and started making a racket, which only enflamed Brutus. Brutus stared the squirrel down. I can only conjecture about this, but it appears the squirrel knew he had met his better. The squirrel knew he could not win a battle with the mighty Brutus. I am willing to bet he has heard the saga of Brutus and would have messy undies had he been wearing any.

The squirrel looked at Brutus and then eyed the large oak tree 30 feet away. He took a deep breath, saying his last prayers and a few hail Marys and jumped!

He ran as fast as he could for the oak. Brutus was right on him, not more than 3 feet behind. The squirrel made it to the oak and safety.

I have never seen a braver act performed by any chicken than yesterday, when Brutus attacked the squirrel...

I also have never seen anything funnier than the squirrel running from a chicken....

This was a true story, with very little literary license used.
 
#1 has the best composition, but #5 has the best focus and lighting.
 

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