This is the Black Jersey Giant rooster, Kingfish. He was a huge rooster. He was the Number One rooster of our bunch, no question about it. I never measured him, but he was easily 30-inches tall. He was the Big Boss, he ran the yard. Occasionally Gyro and he would scuffle, but mostly it was Gyro turning tail and heading for the woods when Kingfish approached. Once a week Gyro would make the obligatory challenge to Kingfish to see if he was really interested in keeping his job as Top Rooster. Kingfish always responded in the affirmative and Gyro was hightailing it to the brush before you could say "Britney Spears."

A truce always ensued from dusk until they were let out of the chicken house every morning. Gyro would always be the last one in every evening, waiting until Kingfish was firmly ensconced on his roost. In the morning Kingfish was always first out, and would turn around, watching the door, waiting to catch the first hen off of her guard. After all, he had been inactive all night he had business to attend to. The hens would tend to bolt our of the door trying to gain a little distance and a few bites before Kingfish pounced. Gyro was always last, waiting until Kingfish was distracted by other matters. Then Gyro would rush out the door and around the chicken house to keep his distance from Kingfish.

Even though he was firmly ensconced as Top Rooster this does not imply that Kingfish was not psychotic. He was, after-all, a rooster and all roosters are psychotic. There were animate non-hen things about that were larger than him that he felt a threatened by. It was always amusing to see him try to attack a car.

Kingfish is so handsome that you probably want a T-Shirt or Tote Bag with this rooster on it!