Thursday, November 21, 2013

Something to Crow About!

When the little chicks arrived just before the 4th of July my lone rooster in the bunch had a little green dot on the top of his head.

When that little green dot wore off, I lost track of the little guy, and frankly, I thought he was gone. A hawk here, and owl there.....the pile of feathers in the pasture. Not everyone makes it to be of old age around here. It wouldn't be the first time a young rooster met an early demise.

But early this week when I let the flock out in the morning I heard the unmistakable call of a young rooster! The tin-horn, weak bellering.....not really a cockadoodledo, but the sound of someone stepping on a kids toy that has half-dead batteries. There he was....right in front of me and I didn't even know he was there!!

Ideally dressed just like a female barred rock hen, there he was! It's embarrassing!! He was camoflaged as a hen all this time. Other than the fancy comb and wattle. 
He blends in while he struts around with his little group of hens and guards them. Now that he's old enough to start a crowing, I can hope that those hens will be starting to lay any day now.

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