Archive for August, 2012

The Great Rooster Disaster of 2012

#1 Mommy raised the three chicks.  Yay!

Two faverolles:  Bonus.

One bantam Belgian d’Anvers (BBD):  Cool.

Not so cool:  The BBD is a rooster.

However, we’ll go with what we’ve got.  Besides, hopefully the BBD can help protect the flock from the #%$&! red-tailed hawk that is federally protected and prowling the skies with poultry on its mind.  We nickname the BBD “Little Roo” and we loved his cute stature and musical crowing.

It was not to last.  Nature reared its ugly head in the form of teenage rooster hormones.  Little Roo attacked our daughter’s very threatening pink butterfly boots while I was across the garden.  Our dog rescued her by driving off Little Roo.  Hmm.  I’ve heard about banty roos and their Napoleonic aggressiveness and privately vowed to keep our child close by while out in the garden.  A few days went by without incident. Until one morning, we went to collect eggs hand in hand.  From across the lawn, Little Roo came flying at my daughter’s face, spurs out.  Really?!  I’m right there holding her little toddler hand!

That’s it, husband.  Something’s got to be done about the rooster.

Crying, my daughter insists that Little Roo can learn to be nice and that we shouldn’t eat him up.  So I lied.  Yup, I took the easy way out and lied to the toddler.  “Ok,” I said, “we’ll send Little Roo to a nice farm were he can learn to be nice.”

That nice farm was coq au vin.  And it was indeed nice.

However, husband didn’t have much of an appetite.

So much for my brilliant plans to help the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy‘s mission by raising endangered chicken breeds.  It’ll have to wait until the kids are old enough to don protective gear and ward off flying coq au vin.

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