We got a new rooster today, free from the Animal Tuckerbox. My lovely wife rang me at about 3:30 pm today to tell me that she had found us a new rooster and that he was “ugly” and “didn’t play well with other roosters”. Well, that sounds pretty much like a rooster to me, so I said to go ahead and get him.
When I got home, my darling wife showed me her injuries from catching the rooster. She had lost a couple of fingernails and had been badly buffeted by his wings.
As soon as my lovely wife had the rooster in the box, he lay down and played dead. My awesome wife thought that he had had a heart attack from all of his exertions. But, no, he was just stressed and resting.
When I got home, I had a look at him and agreed, he was indeed an unattractive boy … but just the job to give our girls something to settle them down. I took one look at the rooster and thought that a good name for him would be “Goose” … so Goose he is.
We took Goose out to the chicken run and let him introduce himself to the hens. The five white leghorn hens started out being very pensive and reluctant to have anything to do with the newcomer. Then Goose started to crow and scratch, that got the girls attention. Pretty soon the hens started to follow Goose around and peck in his scratching. Goose started to strut around and was acting like a kid in a lolly shop, he was very happy with himself indeed.
That’s Goose in the middle.
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