You may remember that not too very long ago,
I had a rooster. If I had known then, that our city situation would have
turned country so very shortly after, I would have just talked with my neighbors, and asked that they be patient.
So I've been thinking.
Do I really WANT a Rooster?
Did you know that in order to get EGGS, you don't HAVE to have a Rooster?
Nope.
Not needed.
And there are draw backs to Roosters. They can become aggressive.
I found
THIS link to "speaking rooster" and helping keep your Rooster "friendly".
One of the advantages to a Rooster is that it's in their blood to protect the hens they live with. They keep watch, and sound the alarm when there is danger near. This is especially handy if you live where there are birds of prey, who enjoy a chicken snack.
So I thought about it.
I thought about taking a Rooster from the gentleman that I'll be getting my hens from this summer. Mike is his name. If you live close, and are interested, and can travel to Myrtle Point, let me know. I'll pass his email address to you.
HERE is his craigslist listing. It's an AMAZING find for someone who is limited in how many hens they can have, or whether or not they can have a rooster. This is a guarantee that you'll have hens, and not have to find homes for "extras". (which isn't easy. I know.) Mike has been an amazing person to "talk" with on line, and over the phone. If you live even two hours away, he's worth it, if you need chickens already grown, but not past their productive years.
ANYWAY.
Back to the story.I thought about getting a Rooster through Mike, so that NEXT year, I could hatch chicks using one of the hens when they went broody. Then I thought that I may rather have a Rooster that isn't related to any of my hens.
I also watched Food Inc. and learned SO MUCH about the industrialization of our food and how the food industry is under a Monopoly equal to that of Microsoft. That's when I really REALLY started to consider a rooster. Any chickens over the 4 I hoped to grow my flock with every year, I could butcher, and eat. One step closer to unplugging from industrial food. As much as I don't like the idea of having to kill my pets, I also need to know that the meat I'm eating has LIVED. (That's a whole 'nuther post)
So as with most the things I do,
I Googled.
I read.
I thought.
and thought.
I emailed.
I talked with my chicken gurus.
Then I went to the Post Office.
Where there was a sign.
"
6 month old Dominecker Roosters. FREE"
Well. There you had it.
So I called.
The gal I talked to had 6 young roosters that were disrupting farm life because there were too many roosters and not enough hens.
I Googled.
I read.
I thought.
Dominecker Chickens are a heritage chicken. They are one of the first breeds of chicken in America.
They are much like a Plymouth Barred Rock chicken.
Because of my research about
the differences between a Barred Rock and the Dominique (the true name of the nickname Dominecker) It was clear to see that the Roosters weren't
Dominiques.
BUT they were young, and obviously ready to be the leader and protector that I was looking for, so I decided to take one.
Isn't he HANDSOME?

I've since decided (with help from my chicken lover friends on
The Backyard Chicken) that he's probably a
Black Sex Link Rooster. Mostly because he's got some beautiful red flecking in his neck and body, and iridescent GREEN feathers at the bottom of his wings and in his tail. If he were a "pure blood" (sorry. Harry Potter is part of me. :P) He would only be black and white. Barred Rock OR Dominique.

I brought him home, and changed how the Hens had access to the hen house. I closed the Rooster in the run, and shut the cat door so he couldn't get into the hen house. He'd been living sans chicken house at the farm I took him from just a mile from me, so I knew he'd be OK on the roost in the run with the protection of the roof to keep him dry at night. I gave the girls access to their house by leaving the door I use to check for eggs open. After he had been there for a couple days, I decided it was time to see how he and the girls got a long. They seemed to like him well enough through the wire, and being a Rooster with no competition, I knew he was able to settle in without much worry of hen pecking.
I also followed some of the advice I found on line and fed them together as their first experience. I'd fed them corn "together" by pouring it on both sides of the "fence" so they could eat together from day one. Then I fed them together as soon as I let the Rooster out with the girls, no fence. He was more worried about me than the girls, and they just wanted the table scraps!! lol

It wasn't much later, that he had settled in, and the girls were happily scratching about the yard with their new protector watching over.

He's settles in so beautifully, that today, just three days after I brought him HOME, and ONE day after being allowed without fences with the girls, he nearly gave his life for them.
One of the boys had let the dogs out, and forgotten to let them in. I heard the chickens making noise, and I thought our new Rooster was trying to mount one of them. Then I heard something hit the side of the house. (like one of them scrambling away and hitting the corner) and one of the dogs barked. Hmmmm. Not good. So I went out and asked the boys if they had let the dogs out, which Josh said he had, and that he had forgotten to let back in.
I said, "You'd better hurry and get them in! I think they're chasing the chickens!"
So Josh went rushing outside, and I followed behind him. Not really that worried... just thinking the dogs were following the chickens, and they weren't happy.
Until I came around the corner and saw Josh crying and yelling, "I think he's DEAD!!"
There were feathers.
ALL OVER.
There was the poor Rooster, laying on the ground. I thought he was dead too. I touched him and he was still warm. I started to pick him up, and he blinked.
WHAT?!?
He wasn't dead!?
Nope.
But was he hurt? I mean, I was TOUCHING him. He wasn't letting me anywhere NEAR him when I brought him home. So I started examining.
No visible broken bones.
No blood.
Just LOTS of loose feathers.
and dog slobber.
The girls were NO WHERE. No feathers, NOTHING.
I'm still not sure what happened... I think the dogs probably did their normal run at the chickens to say "hey" that they do, and the Rooster thought they were a threat, and ran to protect them.
I'm guessing that the dogs "fought" back, and pinned the Rooster down. I'm not sure what would have happened if we hadn't stopped things at the point we did.
All I do know, is that just THREE days after he came to live with us, our rooster was ready and almost DID give his life for our girls. He's won a special spot in my heart for sure.
For those of you who are dying to know... (heh heh no pun indended) In keeping with our drug named pets, our new HERO is named CHRONIC.
OH
YEAH.
Fo Shizzle.

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