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Originally Posted by AreYouReady?
I remember just as my son was getting ready to go off to college, he had about 6 hens he needed to get rid of. We took about 3 of them to a family with 6 children and a father suffering from cancer.
The father had a rooster that just appeared on their premises one day while he was recuperating from the surgery. He petted and talked to that rooster and the two of them became famously attached. That rooster became the 'watchdog" of the premises, attacking and spurring people while the dog slept. LOL.
Someone gave them 2 hens and the roo and those two hens had 2 rooster offspring. The roo really ruled his small little roost. None of the other chickens were allowed to eat until after the roo ate all he wanted. When he walked away, the rooster offspring could then eat.
So..when we brought them 3 hens, that rooster stretched his neck ...it seemed like 2 feet... to get a better look at what we brought in the cages. He just stopped what he was doing and ran over to the cages to get a better look at what we were letting out. When he saw that they were more hens, he just strutted around and clucked and crowed. It was so funny.
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At the time I was happy to see Roo from hell go away. But I've learned since then that a rooster that knows how to lead a flock isn't an every day occurence. I realize now that, although he was mean, he did know how to take care of a flock. As a matter of fact I heard a ruckus outside once and went to see what it was... it was Roo fighting a dog and loosing the battle. It was a big dog.
He would have given his life for the hens that day. They were all safe in the coop while he was taking care of business. He would lead them out every morning to the woods and when a hen needed to lay an egg he brought the whole flock back to the coop. He would stand in the doorway and everytime she would cackle he would do the same. I often wondered what he was doing that for. I wonder if he was covering up the sound of her cackle since any wise animal would know that she was in a compromised position not really being able to flee for a few minutes.
At night he would spread his wings and get low to the ground and rustle the reluctant hens into the coop when it was time to retire for the night.
He was mean. There's no question about that. But I realize now more than I did then that he was truly a great leader to the flock on a level I haven't seen repeated since then.