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Now this is a Turken Rooster that was named Gyro. Like all roosters, he had a screw loose. At this point he was in possession of a single, manly tail feather. He would buzz about the Yard, harassing the Hens, and challenging the other rooster or anything else that moved. Just as I was saying earlier. As he and the other rooster got older it became quite apparent that he was the number-two rooster. This only gave him excuse to act more psychotic. He used guerilla tactics to spread his DNA, slinking around by the edge of the woods and pouncing upon one of the hens when the other rooster was busy elsewhere. As time progressed he became more and more unhinged. I wanted to take him down the road a few miles and let him go in the woods to play with the foxes, but wasn't allowed to. If you happened within 15 feet of him he would start his attack procedures and nothing would dissuade him. After attacking and injuring that someone who was so fond of him, he was taken down the road to play with the foxes one evening. It was quite fortunate that it was not a child that was attacked. Roosters can be quite aggressive, particularly when you provoke them by being near them, alive and not a hen. They jump up in the air lifting their feet so that their spurs are forward and high. A large rooster could easily put out a child's eye, or if they miss, jab a spur into the child's face causing both physical and mental trauma. This would not make for a fun afternoon. If you keep roosters, keep them away from children! Got it?
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 It's not all about Turkens. This is a Rhode Island Red hen. Rhodies are a nice breed. Calm, business like, a flock of 8 or 10 of them can look quite pretty scratching about the yard. They are good layers, pulling their quota of laying an egg per day for their first year of laying. They lay brown eggs, and one of them looks pretty much like the next, so it is difficult to tell stories about how Hen Rhodie-X did this or that. If you are intent on telling stories to your grandchildren about how your chicken went on vacation trip to Las Vegas and came back married to a used car salesman, it might not be in your best interest to have a flock of Rhodies. They are pretty predictable, pretty ordinary, but still, they are pretty. You won't be able to tell one from the next unless you dress them up in little hats or something. Then you would be telling your grandchildren stories about how you used to dress up all of your chickens in little hats and things. That might be good too! |
 Now we have the Black Jersey Giants. They come in a white version too. It is said that If you are intent on letting your chickens range free, White ones are easier targets for hawks and birds of prey that might snatch them out of the air. Jersey Giants are, as the name implies, a large breed. They have a green sheen to their feathers in the sunlight, just as a Blue Astrolorps has a blue sheen. The hens lay large brown eggs. The hen in the picture would actually come inside the house and lay eggs on the bed. Then again she was a special chicken named Calprina. She was very personable, and had the largest vocabulary of any chicken I have ever known. It was possible to have simulated conversations with her because her cackles had such variety and when you said something she always seemed to respond in some way that could be interpreted as something.
If I was digging a hole she would come up and cackle "Baaak, whatcha doin'?"
"Just digging a hole Calprina."
"Ohhhh, y'don't say? Is that a shovel you're using?"
"Yes, Calprina, it's a shovel. It makes holes much easier to dig."
"Ohhhh, Y'don't say?"
"Hey Calprina, look, I found a nice grub for you!" I pick up the grub and hold it out to her.
"Ohhhh, what's that? Whacha got there?"
Calprina spies the grub then stands upright and looks around to see if any other hens are near. Affirming that the coast is clear and there is no competition, she grabs the grub and takes it off a few feet to devour it with appreciative clucks.
"Ohhhh, looks good. Thank you, thank you very much, Ohhhh"
"You're welcome Calprina."
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 The Black Jersey Giant rooster, Kingfish. He was a huge rooster. He was the Number One rooster of our bunch. 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 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. Gyro was always last, waiting until Kingfish was distracted by other matters and then 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 done not imply that he was not psychotic. He is after-all a rooster and there were other non-hen living things about that were larger than him. It was always amusing to see him try to attack a car.
Kingfish is so hansom that you probably want a T-Shirt or Tote Bag with this rooster on it!
Well we have them at the Planet Chicken Shop
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And then there are the Guinea Fowl
But they deserve a set of pages all of their own.
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Go take a look!
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