Lucifer the Rooster

| 3/13/2014 11:36:00 AM

Nancy AddieBefore we moved to the farm, we had a pet hen named Chick Chick who lived in our back yard in the heart of town on C Street. Chad and I both like chickens. They have a unique personality and are quite loyal. Chick Chick grew up with our three dogs and was more like a canine than a bird. Our experience with chickens was always pleasant.

After we moved to the farm and settled in, we decided it would be fun to get a few more. Besides, who doesn’t like fresh eggs every morning?? Tractor Supply receives a truck load of chicks every spring and we were the first customers that year. Unfortunately, no one can tell boys from girls while wearing their yellow fluff. You have to choose and hope you get hens and not roosters.

We picked out 12 of the cutest and most lively chicks out of 150. We took them home, put them in a guinea pig cage with a heat lamp and placed them squarely in the middle of the kitchen so we could bond! Also, it gave the dogs something to whine and bark at. Our babies grew into gangly teenagers, that stage where they are half feathers and half fuzz. They soon developed a pecking order and we could tell there were at least three roosters in the bunch.  

One of the boys grew big and strong with beautiful shiny blue-tinted black feathers with an unusually curled tail. He was a handsome rooster. When the weather broke and they had more feathers, we moved them outside to their permanent home. The pen featured nesting boxes with wooden poles to roost on at night. They had lots of straw to hide their eggs in and dirt to scratch. We even gave them a sand box for rolling around in so they could clean dirty feathers and attract positive human attention.

Our chickens were full grown by fall and each had his or her own personality. Chick Chick was still with us but she lived in the back yard with the dogs in her own little coop. She didn’t like other chickens and didn’t want anything to do with them. The big black rooster soon dominated the other chickens and was obviously ruler of the roost. He also had no use for humans and made it clear every time we went into their coop to feed them.

By the time summer came around the following year, they were mostly outside enjoying the freedom of pecking bugs off the tall green grass, having free range of the yard and pastures. Our rooster was very protective of his flock and soon followed us whenever we came out. He began to stalk us, watching every move. If we got close to him or the hens, he would run towards us, flapping his wings, neck out stretched but always stopping before he completed the attack. At that time he knew better. We always stood our ground with him. Never, ever, turn your back on a rooster and never let him chase you or win a battle!

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