I knew it was a 50/50 possibility that the rescue chicken, AKA Linnie, could be a Roo. I have been in denial a LONG time (well 6 weeks or so at least). A week or so ago I heard an odd sound from the barn. It was a cross between a rusty door hinge and a turkey gobble. Having neither in the area, the suspect became Linnie.
As time wore on I started hearing the odd sound more often. Still hoping, and researching madly about hens crowing, I kept faith the Linnie is a good little hen. Then came the first 'attack'. Ming Ming has been separated from her chicken for a few weeks now. I let them all loose in the barn together so Teagan and a friend could play with the birds. Mingy made a bee line to her chicken for a little birdie hug. Linnie fluffed up big as a turkey and bit chunks of feather from Mingy's neck.
Out came the broom to break up the mele. Poor Mingy was still in need of a little Linnie love and went right back over for a hug. Again, beaks full of neck feathers.
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN I have a ROO!!!! An ATTACK ROO at that!
There must be a bright side somewhere. Will LEnnie protect his harem while free-ranging? I have yet to try this out. Will LEnnie be able to hold his own with the cats and dogs? Methinks yes. Oh yes he will. Can I post a "Beware of Rooster" sign? That should scare the crap out of anyone who thinks they'll trespass. You should see how people run from him now!
Now I am fearful that the other birds are also roo's. What will I do with 5 Roos? You can't exactly collect eggs from Roos! I need to reload with GIRLS soon. I don't know if I want to wait until next spring to hatch out new birds again taking the 50/50 odds. The county fairs are coming. Maybe we'll take a few hand-raised hens home that have already proven gender by producing actual EGGS!
To be continued...
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