Mr. Purdy Cocky
by Zhahn-Pam Castillo
(Pahoa, HI. USA)
Three years ago I rescued 2 hens from the dinner table. The red hen I named Berti, and the light-colored hen I named Gerti.
I keep them in an 8 by 8-foot dog kennel. It protects them from predators and is easy to clean. I also have 5 PVC pipes in different areas of the coop for roosting. I have a Grandpa's Feeder. We hand-feed fruits veggies and other yummy treats.
With this said, over a year ago, I was busy cleaning the coop when out of the blue one of the local wild roosters walked right up and introduced himself to Gerti and Berti. They were impressed with this cocky and very handsome roo.
The following morning. He was at the coop with a "suitcase" tucked under his wing. Crowing away. This roo came with a plan. We named him Mr. Purdy Cocky.
I went outside and opened the coop door, he hopped in and has never bothered to leave. I have given Mr. Purdy Cocky many chances to return to the wild bachelor lifestyle.
He seems very happy just living with his ladies Gerti and Berti Cluk-Cluk.
Chirples the surprise Roo
Ordered the “fun and funky”assortment of eggs online. Incubated and was so thrilled to identify some eggs as Black Copper Maran, dreams of fluffy pastries on my head.
Out came “Chirples”- the only egg that hatched. We so hoped it was a pullet but alas his comb got bigger and bigger and bigger. The name stuck.
He is a gorgeous, fiercely loyal rooster coming into puberty. He considers me one of his flock snd jumps up into my Gator to ride around and feed all of the hens, geese, ducks.
Love his crowing and how protective he is. He actually placed himself between me snd my Kelpie until he realized she’s a friend. He does get a bit overzealous with any lady whether ducks, Cornish Hens, and geese. He’s feeling quite amorous these days.
Love him to pieces and respect him for what he does. His sidekick is Anna the Orpington - they hatched at the same time and are inseparable.
The buff Roo
by Blue Waters Homestead
Hi! So we have nice neighbors across the road, only their kids don't treat the chickens nice, and even hurt them.
One winter their lovely free range rooster (buff Orpington) came over by our house. We got attached to him, when winter came he couldn't get back to his home, and stayed in our shed for a little while during the cold Maine winter.
The owners let us have him because he would attack them and try and kill the chicks, so we got a coop and a run, some chicken wire, etc and he is happy!
He has fowl pox, some frostbite, and scaly leg mites, eventually part of his majestic crown came off from the frostbite, and gave him a bath to get all this poop off his feet, and got some infections out of his feet.
We put some apple cider vinegar in his water to help with disease prevention, going to get rid of his mites tommorow as well, gave him a hen, we are most likely gonna get another hen so that hen is not lonely.
That is the story of Fluff the buff Orpington roo!
Buff Orpington Bestie
by Blue Waters Homestead
Hi! About a year ago we got a Buff Orpington rooster from a neighbor after it couldn't get back to its house after winter.
We named him Fluff, he has recently cracked the top of his beak off. It has healed up nicely for now. We have one hen for him right now but definitely getting him more asap. She is a pullet right now.
Fluff is a big boy with big spurs, he crows very loud so we had to put a crow collar on him because we live in an apartment. He has fowl pox and so does his hen.
Now Fluff is the grumpiest rooster in the world!! Whenever we get too close to him he stomps his little foot at us! Whenever we hold his hen he just stands right beside us and waits for his hen to come back.
He is constantly doing the warning call if he sees a predator, he loves to dig up HUGE holes in the coop run and now he actually has a hole big enough to stick his head through. We are constantly trying to fill his holes back in but he just digs again. We tried putting rocks, wood, dirt, bricks, anything we can find but he just digs huge potholes inside the run.
We recently had to move the coop because the coop was tilting over due to his massive potholes in the side of the run. We gave him a bunch of hay to scratch around but he still digs out big holes with his massive feet.
The whole coop run used to be nice tall grass, but now it's mud! He is such a grump and is always trying to escape. Any ideas? He just digs everything we put to block it off out. Now it's just mud in the run.
Hoping since we moved the coop that this doesn't happen again. Fluff loves to look out the coop window and SCREAM at squirrels!! Sometimes he does the warning call just because a squirrel went across the ground.
He is such a nice rooster and doesn't mind being held, he never attacks us. He is just such a grump. But we love him.
This is the story of Fluff the Grump.
Norbert the Vigilant
(Kanab, Utah, USA)
Our first home with a reasonable yard had an old dog run that screamed, "Make me into a chicken coop!". So we did.
After building a coop in the chain-link enclosure, we visited the local farm supply store. With no experience and little research, we bought the chicks that looked at us and touched our hearts. That was way too many, too varied, and, did I mention, sex indeterminate? But they were adorable.
Out of that selection arose a rooster: dominant, vigilant, strong, and did I mention fertile? My daughter, six years old at the time, (long before the Harry Potter books) named him Norbert.
I don't know his breed; he was pure white and tall. He was never aggressive with children, but always on guard.
One day, Norbert stopped, stretched his neck straight up, made his soft alarm sound, and herded all the other chickens out of the yard into the fenced enclosure and up the ramp under cover in the coop. I looked for any sign of danger, but everything seemed normal. There weren't even any dogs in the area.
Then, I could see at the limit of my vision, high and off to the north, a single hawk. I don't know how he saw or heard the predator at that distance, but he was one fine watch rooster.
Now, as spring arrives and I finish building the coop and run on our new and final homestead, I wonder what Norbert would think about the new place and our crew of mixed but adorable chicks huddling under the heat lamp.
Yolk the rooster.
Okay here goes...
One beautiful, sunny day we went to visit my friend and her amazing alpacas. After having cake, cup tea and a bleather (as we call it in Scotland) she asked if I would like 4 small Pekin chickens, one being a rooster.
Well this is where it all began. We purchased everything we needed to nurture and look after these amazing animals. My two boys couldn't wait.
Yolk has always fed really well from hand and protected his ladies by cuddling in at night with them or looking after the new hatched chicks. He lets myself and boys cuddle him and stroke his beak.
He even lets me trim his beak and claws/spurs.
My favorite thing about him is his little mating dance. He run's side to side, clucking, and then drops food for his ladies and chicks.
If he runs at me in any way I just point my finger and give him a firm no and this seems to work - he turns around and run's away.
by Tracy Sayers
(Hilmar, Ca. U.S.A.)
I adopted a rooster named Ricky about 7yrs ago. He belonged to a good friend of mine, who lived in country and had to move. He was unable to take the rooster with him.
Now I already had a few Rhode Island Red chickens at my home. I was unaware of how they were going to act around each other, so we introduced them one afternoon and after that they were inseparable.
Well about a week ago, I noticed that Ricky was moving a bit slower than before. He was also staring down at the ground and his rear end was a bit saggy. As I got closer to him, I noticed he had blood coming from under his bottom feathers.
Now there was not a lot I could do for him. I knew he was pretty old already when I got him. I just didn't think he was ever going to pass away but he did a few days after I noticed him moving slower.
I loved that rooster, he kept the other girls inline and protected them.
Now my hens are lonely and I really feel bad for them. He was an amazing rooster and lived to about 12yrs old.
Now that's longer than most.
R.I.P. Ricky Ramsey you are missed dearly.