Wednesday, July 12, 2006
One of the problems with freeranging your yardflock of chickens is roostestosteronicity. This of course is the tendency of roosters to attack without cause or warning.
Flounder and I got a dose of this the other day as he followed me through what's left of my garden. The flock of four banties was scratching around near the grape vines, when Hooter the rooster left the group and headed our way. Uh oh.
We could tell by the gleam in Hooter's eye that we were being targeted.
Seeing danger afoot, we formed a defensive perimeter. Flounder pressed close and needed a little reassuring pat on the head.
As expected, Hooter launched a wicked attack coupled with an impressive feather flaring. It's hard to look big and scary when you are a banty rooster, but he gave it a good shot.
He pressed his attack until the shoe gently lifted him into the air. When he landed, he shook his feathers back into place, and wandered off to crow about his victory.
Posted by R.Powers at 7:22 AM