Just Roosters

I was feeding my chickens some leftover corn bread and I made a few observations. I thought you might like to know what I found out about these guys. One thing I noticed was as I would break up the corn bread in little pieces and the roosters didn't think it was small enough for the hens, so they would break it apart and offer it to the hens. They never as far as I could tell take a bite. I thought, " How sweet, they are always thinking of the hen before they think of themselves.

When I have had 2 roosters in a single flock, I have noticed that one rooster will be very giving and the other one will be very selfish. Not these guys though, both of them are always putting their hens before themselves and giving the best bits and are always working to see that the hens are taken care of and protected. I noticed yesterday that this little black one even went after the mean old hen that rules the roost with an iron beak. She is so mean that the other night I went out because I could hear commotion in the hen house and she was power pecking the hens who wanted to get on her roost. She had two whole roosts to herself. I threatened her with harsh words with ax, soup pot, and dinner in my conversation with her. She didn't listen.

I really do enjoy watching these guys. The way they just march across the yard. Little pompous guys. I don't keep roosters so my older hens see them as just a pain and you can hear heavy sighing from the older ones because they crow, they chase the hens and try to pull neck feathers. Because these roosters are so much smaller than the big hens, the older hens can out run them. So in the early morning when I let them out of the chicken house, hens and roosters go racing around the yard.

This is the only hen I have now that has all of her feathers. She is also one of my friends. I tried to get all three of my friends that go out with me each morning  in one shot but none of them would stay in one place as they followed me around. It always makes me happy to have my three friends.

Hobo is my little dog cat. She follows me around like a little dog. So with the chicken and the cat and of course the dog.

I always feel funny when I am going for my walk in the morning and I am being followed by a dog, a cat and a hen.
I am glad there is no one out there in the mornings.

Just some odds and ends today, I hope you are having a lovely fall day.
We will have summer for a few days this week, but fall is winning.
Bye for now,
~Kim~