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January 9, 2008
Roosters have feelings too!
Ad you might remember, Satchmo, my White Crested Black Polish Rooster, has been living in our garage because Rocky, my Plymouth Rock Barred Rooster, and the hens were trying to kill him by pecking at his head - they pulled out quite a few of his crest feathers, and drew blood.
So, Satchmo has been confined to the garage to recuperate. His feathers are growing back nicely, but his appetite is off, and he seems to be depressed.
John was a little worried about him, so I thought I'd go in and spend some quality time with him. Yes, he is a rooster, but apparently, he needed some attention.
I picked him up, walked over to a chair and held him on my chest and just petted him and spoke to him softly. Pretty soon, Satchmo was actually snuggling with me, making his little rooster noises very quietly.
Then he climbed up to my shoulder and did not want to let go, so I walked around the house with this silly rooster on my shoulder. He even let John pet him.
I need to find Satchmo a little bantam hen who won't try to pull his feathers out so he wont be lonely any more.
Then, I'll have to build him and his honey their own coop in a separate run, so the full-sized hens and rooster won't pick on him ever again!
In the meantime, John and I need to give Satchmo some extra attention each day, and let him feel loved.
Yes, this is corny.
Posted by Beth at January 9, 2008 8:36 PM
Comments
I'm afraid that I'll hafta introduce to you all to a yet another Rican Hillbilly term: Totón.
Satchmo is truly a Totón. I mean it in the most endearing of ways; Satch is a lover not a fighter.
Posted by: Boquisucio at January 9, 2008 9:24 PM
Awww... I can just see you walking around with that little rooster on your shoulder... I agree, he needs a love all his own. ;)
Posted by: pam at January 10, 2008 7:23 AM
And I suggest we build the coop *first*, before we bring in another chick.
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at January 10, 2008 10:16 AM
Gawd Beth, you have me welling up at my desk over something that ought to be dinner! What have you done to me??
RG
Posted by: RightGirl at January 10, 2008 1:14 PM
Ah, but once they enter into Castle Argghhh!, they enter a place where no family becomes dinner... just their eggs.
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at January 10, 2008 4:45 PM