The not so tame rooster!
Chicken Hawk isn’t the name that comes to mind when you think of a rooster in the making. Perhaps cartoon images of Foghorn Leghorn are more likely. Boy do I have a story for you!
We have a Foghorn and yes he is a Leghorn. Or more commonly referred to as a variety of unflattering names by all members of the family. Foghorn was never supposed to be a he, but sexing a chicken isn’t the easiest thing to do until you hear that tell tale crow. Then you know for sure, especially if it jolts you (or your neighbors) awake at o’dark thirty! Anyways, to put it nicely, Foghorn is an ass. Plain and simple.
Foghorn shares a flock of 28 girls with Arthur who is an Ameracauna. Arthur is gorgeous as rosters can be, mild mannered, and does a good job with his girls. Foghorn is clearly not the alpha of the pen. Arthur’s also not afraid to kick Foghorn’s ass for stepping out of line. Foghorn is getting bold in his years, too bold for my liking. Up until this past summer, he has generally left me alone. He charged me once when Curt was walking around outside the pen and I was inside. I wrote that off to Curt being in the immediate area. I used to brag that I was the only one who Foghorn hadn’t attacked. I’ve laughed my ass off at the misfortune of others in my family for bearing the mark of Foghorn. He’s gotten Curt and Natalie good! Up until June….
It’s a regular day of chicken feeding and watering. A Russian Orloff hopped out of the gate as I was standing there tossing scratch in the pen and giving the girls a general once over. I turned to get the Orloff back in the pen and BAM!!! That little bastard came OUT of the pen and spurred me in the shin! Holy crap did that hurt. I happened to be on the phone with Curt at the time. Perhaps I could blame this on him by association… Right after attacking me, Foghorn hopped his happy ass back in the pen. As I am stunned at his attack and stinging while trying to hold on to the phone, I am thinking COWARD. He hopped his happy ass back in the pen after his blitz attack. Who does that?! Again, I have to mutter coward. I picked up the hose and soaked him!
Not that soaking him made a lasting impression, a week ago he got me again. I was gathering eggs and even had a stick with me. He came out of nowhere! Arthur was too busy stuffing his face on scratch to come to my aid, we had to have a talk about that! This also lead me to the fear of future roosters kicking my ass. I am not about to be bested by something that tastes pretty darn good when roasted in the oven. No, Foghorn, that’s not a veiled threat, its a very real threat!
So along come Chicken Hawk. He came from Meyer Hatchery, along with 20 Easter Eggers. I already had 6 light brahma pullets but they needed a male. He gets here and he’s the first one I pull out of the box. He’s sitting in my hand and immediately the name Chicken Hawk comes to mind. Perhaps its not a fair name since Looney Tunes depicts him as rather feisty little fella but it sticks and is his name. He may be feisty but I will not raise him to be mean!
Chicken Sensitivity Training
You hear of dogs and horses (and some people) receiving sensitivity training. It’s to get them over their fears or rehabilitate for well rounded pets that can be adopted, that sort of thing. Well birds can either be tame or wild as Tarzan. Since Chicken Hawk has arrived I have spent time holding him, talking to him, letting him roam around the kitchen with me (easy poo cleanup)… All in an attempt to not raise another Foghorn. Chicken Hawk has become rather spoiled because of this. He’ll hop up on my foot, or leg. He’ll work his way up to my lap and next is shoulder. He loves to cuddle into my neck, especially if my hair is down and he can nest his way in there.
I am hoping this exposure to people, being picked up, pet, talked to, etc makes him a friendly rooster when he’s finally big enough to put in with his girls. I’d like to be able to go gather eggs and not have to carry a hose or a stick in with me. There’s something peaceful about being at one with your critters, no matter the size of your homestead or farm. I enjoy listening to him chirp nicely when I am around. We have harmony together, currently…. I hope it stays that way.