It is confirmed, one of our ten babies is definitely a rooster. Meet Prince Harry. I was beginning to suspect he wasn’t an ordinary hen, as his tail grew tall and he began strutting among his peers and leading them on a run from one end of the yard to the other.
This morning I definitely heard a strangled little trial “cock-a-doodle” coming from his throat. This guy is an Ameraucana, with the blue-green feet and puffy feathered cheeks. If he were a hen, his eggs would come out blue-green.
There is no question, I definitely play favorites and I love my old rooster, Cooper, with all my heart. He is over four years old, though, and only two of his generation of twelve are still with us, Arya and Beauty. It is good to know we’ll have someone to carry on the duty of Flock Protector when the time comes for a promotion.
As I was working on getting a photo of Prince Harry, Cooper got a little jealous and moved between us. Harry immediately scooted to the other end of the chicken run, with the other babies crowding behind him. The adult gold and white hen in the center is Arya, and I was beginning to call Harry “Arya-2” until I caught on to his secret. I am quite attached to the beautiful silver-blue hen in the foreground. She is one of the two Sapphire Gem chicks I chose this spring. They both have such elegant feathers, the other one a deeper gray.
I wish my chickens were a little more trusting of me. All I’ve ever done is feed them and keep them safely tucked into the fenced area at night, but they run from me whenever I come near as if I were a threat. It hurts my feelings a bit. Oh well, at least a wary chicken is a safe chicken.