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A tail of two roos

The rooster on the left was once the #2 boy. The boy on the right was #1 when this picture was taken.

The girl in the middle was eaten by a fox, but that’s another story.

One day, rooster #2 had a beakful of it and beat the snot out of roo #1, becoming hisself #1. I didn’t realize this until I came out later and the white chicken was nowhere to be found. I called and called and he finally slunk out of the bushes all muddy and bloody and sorry for himself (he wasn’t seriously hurt, but comb and wattle injuries bleed horribly).

Since that day, the white chicken (whose name is Sam because he hatched on the 4th of July) has gotten smaller and smaller. He’s about half the size of Mo now. He mopes around the back door, away from the other chickens. I make sure to throw him treats. Honestly, I’d love to fatten him up a bit.

So! Is this hormonal? Emotional? Is he ill? (If so, he’s been ill a long time without being visibly sick). It’s sad, really. Chicken politics is savage.

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Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: November 22, 2022, 11:50 pm

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Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 23, 2022, 1:49 pm

Charming, Rich.


Comment from dissent555
Time: November 23, 2022, 4:45 pm

“Chicken politics is savage.”

Yeah, I kind of have to chuckle whenever some younger person (more and more of those every day it seems, for some reason, but I digress) waxes poetically about how people need to “return to nature” or some such twaddle. Idiots. Totally ignorant of history, biology and probably most of anything outside of their social media bubbles.

If they get their wish and civilizations fails, well …


Comment from RimrockR
Time: November 23, 2022, 4:59 pm

We have a Jersey Giant and his two half breed sons. They are enormous. They were banned from the fenced chicken yard so they patrol around the perimeter like Supermax Guards. Why do we keep them? A combination of soft heartedness and entertainment value. They don’t fight but posture alot. And they are stunningly handsome.

Once feed gets over a certain dollar value to Craigs list they go.

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