I keep thinking about the nursery rhyme "Who Killed Cock Robin?"
Why, you ask? Because my resident dominate rooster, Rocky, has been getting just a bit cocky. I don't mind the crowing, but he chases and fights the rest of the flock. And he has been blocking the others from coming out of the coop. I finally have resorted to taking some time and shutting the others in the coop and leaving him in the run. Not ideal, but at least then they can eat and drink from the alternate food and water I have set in the coop, without his interference.
And while he may not be full sized, I have decided that the end is near for bossy obnoxious Rocky. I really don't want an aggressive bird. Hopefully If Mumps is indeed a rooster, he will learn from Rocky's demise. Tomorrow, Hubby and I are going to corral and catch Rocky.
I think there is a soup pot in his future this weekend. Hmmm. Rocky and rice, with veggies anyone?
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5 comments:
Oh No! Say its not true....he is just a teenager. You didn't put your boys in a pot when they acted up. Give him a chance you mean woman you!!!!!!
Sick, sick woman of the farm. I am calling the animal rights people. Who do you call for rooster abuse? There must be someone....i am going to google it. Thay have all the answers to my questions.
Before you say it I have to many roosters of my own
Owner approval? What thats sensorship we really do need to talk. I leave for a couple weeks and you go straight down hill.
Are you talking about my Robin?
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