He was Ivan the Terror reincarnated. Ivan the Terror was the meanest rooster this side of the Mississippi and he made my previous life a living hell. While I try not to paint roosters (or people) with the same paintbrush, there are similarities that cannot be ignored. Shorty looks to be a Dominique rooster. Ivan was a Dominique rooster. I raised Shorty from a chick and lavished attention on him. Ditto Ivan. All was peachy until the hormones kicked in. Ditto all over again.
Luckily, the brother of Roquefort has been residing at DS Melanie's. He will soon be taking up residence at the Little Lucky. Shorty? I have plans for him and they don't include retirement. His reign will be brief.
It's been a tough year for the poultry on the homestead. Since last fall, I have lost over six hens and my rooster. Some loss could be traced to old age - I have some geriatric birds - some to possible heart attack (Betty & Roqie), some to hawk attack (Peanut & Nutty Ameracauna 3), and some are just unknown (Violet). It's always a tricky business keeping the flock at a number that a) won't eat you out of house and home; and b) will be young enough to lay enough eggs to at least pay for their feed. I am now faced with the majority being 'up there' in age. Do I let them dwindle to a smaller, cheaper flock, or do I boost the laying power so that I don't lose the egg customers I've built up. Dunno. I do know that I am not going to order a bunch of fancy-pants chicks - the hens that seem to thrive are the homebirds - the mutts. So, with that in mind, I have been putting aside a few eggs for DS Melanie to incubate. Who knows? I may just hatch a Son of Roquefort! Wouldn't that be nice.
Under the category of making lemonade out of lemons, yesterday morning the tree crew arrived on my road to