This Roo

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The-Roo

I guess it is safe to say that I like this bird.  He is trying (TRYING) to calm himself down, but sometimes he forgets.  Sigh.

He was feeling extra frisky the other day, much to the hen’s dismay.  Some just put up with him, others ran away, and I would yell “ALL RIGHT! THAT’S ENOUGH”, when I thought he is getting carried away, while I was working in the yard.

But for some reason, that very same day, he (the rooster) decided that Evan didn’t need to be on our property.  What a goofy bird. 

Our son is a B.I.G. guy, retired Army, (Saudi War), truck driving, logger, heavy equipment operator, you know the kind.

Anyway, Roo kept trying to attack Son, and he did so once too often. 

Suddenly Roo understood what the U.S. Military means when they say they turn boys into men.

The results were…..

anyway….

I still have my rooster, the rooster still has his life, complete will all of his wings, feet and neck, but it was touch and go there for awhile.  (So far the bird seems to have CALMED down, waaaaaaaay down. But I still don’t trust him).

I had to tell you that story so I could tell you what happened that evening.  Because everyone got so stressed out in the hen house, I figured I wouldn’t have very many eggs the next day unless I distressed all of them somehow.

Having one last bottle of flower Essences called Five Flower Formula (sometimes called Rescue Remedy) I thought I would go out a spray the hens and the rooster to see if that helped in the egg production.

Well, the time was about dark, they were all on the perch, with Roo in the middle between two of his very favorite hens (their backs prove it) and as I walked close enough to spray them, one of the hens flapped her wing over the top of Roo’s back, just like she was trying to protect him.

I must say that the whole episode made me stand in awe at the care and the concern for this former (I HOPE) bad boy, Roo, the rooster, by the girls.  Amazing.

15 thoughts on “This Roo”

  2. Every once in a while we’ll get a rooster that needs the boot – literally. They do get sneaky after that though.

    One, when I was a little girl and caring for the chickens in my shorts and bare feet, one of ours sneaky ones came right after me. Having no shoes and not wanting to risk some gashes on my legs, I made a run for the heavy door my dad had built to the yard and slammed it behind me as fast as I could. It bounced, rather than latching.

    I turned around and there was that poor rooster, flopping around all over the place. I’d snapped his neck.

    I was soooooo upset. I never meant to kill him. I ran, crying, into the house to tell my mother. I do have to say, I did not miss him once the tears dried.

    ~Faith

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  5. Well, if that stuff can calm the hens and rooster down… then maybe I should have some for all these boys and dogs around here!! Great post!

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  8. cute story!! next time we have a rooster, i’ll have to give your rescue rememdy a try. Either that, or buy your son a round trip ticket to come up here to show our rooster who’s boss! LOVE IT!

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  9. Those big red roosters sure have big personalities. Glad Roo survived the encounter with The Man. Funny how the females care about the guys even when they are a little rough around the edges.

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  12. BBBBBAAAADDDDD bird….. Please tell Evan, “Thank You” so very much for his service to our country and our families… It is an honor to have men like you with us, today… Linda, my hats off to you,too, as the mother of a service man, you must have had many sleepless nights of worry and concern… you really are a peach…

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  13. Oh, ya, I might need Evan to come out and take care of my bbbbbbbbbaaaadddddd bird, me thinks he needs a stomping of his own…must be it takes a B.I.G boot.

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