Ozarkgal
Senior Member
- Location
- Deep in the Ozark woods
I decided that Buckaroo, the rooster was having an identity crisis when he started running with the dogs. The clincher was when he and Squiggy started playing games of chase and Buck would bow down in the front like dogs do when they start chasing each other. I felt bad that the poor Roo was an only chicken and thought he was a dog in feathers.
When my chicken supplier friend called and asked if I wanted some hens, I jumped at the chance to right Buckaroo's identity crisis and told him I would take two.
This morning I told Buckaroo to take a shower and put on his best Rooster cologne as his day was about to get great.
When the two arrived, they were gorgeous black chics with iridescent green feathers mingled in all over their body looking a bit like Las Vegas show girls. Buck was out in the pasture picking around. I assumed he would be so happy to see girls that he would come running. Instead he calmly walked over to the fence and looked the cage with the hens in, and walked up and down the fence line. It turns out he was playing shy with them. In a few hours he was still walking the fence line and had not flown over to see the girls, so I went out and opened the gate for him and literally had to get the dogs to lead him out.
He walked over to the hen's cage and strutted around, shaking his head, clucking and dragging one wing on the ground. A bit later I put the girls in the cage in the chicken coop sure he would come in with the girls. But nope, he was not having anything to do with that...strange women in his house, what the hell! We were beginning to wonder if he had more problems than an identity crisis.
After a while I drug the cage back out of the coop..gave them all some feed, and by the time they finished eating Buck seemed more interested in staying near them. I then took the hens back into the coop and after about 20 minutes, way past time for Buck to roost, he finally crept into the coop.
In a few minutes I looked in and there was Buck all bedded down on the floor next to their cage. After sharing dinner with them, Mr. Macho had apparently lost his shyness of the girls and was okay with sharing his bedroom with them. When I went in the coop to let the girls out of their cage, Buck put up a big flap, flew upon his roost and squawked at me. I took the girls out one by one and set them up on the roost. No one objected, and acted like they knew each other all along.
When I left he and the girls were quietly murmuring sweet nothings to each other, a hen snuggled up closely on each side of him...his shyness apparently forgotten.
Have a good night Buckaroo. You da' man!
When my chicken supplier friend called and asked if I wanted some hens, I jumped at the chance to right Buckaroo's identity crisis and told him I would take two.
This morning I told Buckaroo to take a shower and put on his best Rooster cologne as his day was about to get great.
When the two arrived, they were gorgeous black chics with iridescent green feathers mingled in all over their body looking a bit like Las Vegas show girls. Buck was out in the pasture picking around. I assumed he would be so happy to see girls that he would come running. Instead he calmly walked over to the fence and looked the cage with the hens in, and walked up and down the fence line. It turns out he was playing shy with them. In a few hours he was still walking the fence line and had not flown over to see the girls, so I went out and opened the gate for him and literally had to get the dogs to lead him out.
He walked over to the hen's cage and strutted around, shaking his head, clucking and dragging one wing on the ground. A bit later I put the girls in the cage in the chicken coop sure he would come in with the girls. But nope, he was not having anything to do with that...strange women in his house, what the hell! We were beginning to wonder if he had more problems than an identity crisis.
After a while I drug the cage back out of the coop..gave them all some feed, and by the time they finished eating Buck seemed more interested in staying near them. I then took the hens back into the coop and after about 20 minutes, way past time for Buck to roost, he finally crept into the coop.
In a few minutes I looked in and there was Buck all bedded down on the floor next to their cage. After sharing dinner with them, Mr. Macho had apparently lost his shyness of the girls and was okay with sharing his bedroom with them. When I went in the coop to let the girls out of their cage, Buck put up a big flap, flew upon his roost and squawked at me. I took the girls out one by one and set them up on the roost. No one objected, and acted like they knew each other all along.
When I left he and the girls were quietly murmuring sweet nothings to each other, a hen snuggled up closely on each side of him...his shyness apparently forgotten.
Have a good night Buckaroo. You da' man!
