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"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -Tolkien


From the beginning, when the little bundles of fluff arrived home, they received kisses and hugs.  It makes them tame chickens.  When we figured out that Louisa was now Henry Higgins, he got doubled the kisses.  I have heard the horror stories of roosters.  I wanted a nice rooster.  He now runs from me yelling, “Noooo, mooommm!  No kisses!”  But, at least so far, he hasn’t shown a lick of aggression and doesn’t want to attack us.  Which, considering his size and the talons on that dude, I’m glad!  I am afraid though, that Henry has become quite the perv as of late.  He prefers the younger sect, as the older girls give him a good glare and tell him what he can do with himself.  The younger girls don’t stand a chance against his charms.  He is a good looking guy.  But, he is the abusive boyfriend none of them ever wanted.  There are no abuse hotlines for chickens.  They seem to be living with it.  (And perhaps we will have baby chicks running about next Spring!)


Not all of us are so lucky.  My friend got a rooster that was a scary son of a gun.  He would charge them, talons blazing, ready to take them down just because they were outdoors.  She’d had enough.  With her gun on the counter at the ready, she stalked him waiting for him to shed the company of the others and come out alone.  He never saw it coming.  While cradling her cell phone on her shoulder while talking to her mother, she took aim and fired.  Her mother (who lives in a city in California and probably not used to gunfire by telephone) exclaimed, “What was that?!  Was that a gun shot??”  I can imagine my friend blowing off the end of the gun, one shot.  “I just killed my rooster,”  she replied calmly.

I can see how if Henry came running at us every time we tried to use the back yard ready to maim us, that I would be about ready for my first chicken dinner in 25 plus years.  But, luckily, so far, he is a sweet, (though with a one track mind) adolescent boy.

10 thoughts on “To Love (or shoot) a Rooster

  1. Great post! We haven’t had much luck with roosters either. Two of the three we have had have been extremely aggressive towards me. They were rehomed though so we didn’t have to cull them. Our current rooster also loves to mount the hens and slam their faces in the dirt-but they don’t seem to mind. He isn’t aggressive towards me so for now he is safe!

    1. Farmgirl says:

      I hope he stays that way!

  2. Janet says:

    What a cute story. We had a rooster once that attacked our youngest son. He made a wonderful stew for a neighbor!!!

  3. debweeks says:

    Any time we’ve talked about chickens on our future homestead, my hubby has always said “No” to roosters. He fears the attack rooster.

    1. Farmgirl says:

      Tell him he just has to kiss the rooster every day! I guess that won’t help your case….

  4. Catherine says:

    I’m so excited I found your blog! I’ve been raising chickens since I was seven, and they’re such a fun way to grow your own food and feel like I’m a small part of the food system-revolution 🙂

    1. Farmgirl says:

      I am loving them too!

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