Friday, March 23, 2012
I don't think I've properly introduced Tiny, our (rather huge) red Wyandotte, 3-ish year old rooster. We acquired Tiny when Diane, whom we bought our very first pullets from, contacted us about adopting him, as he had been thoroughly roughed up by one of her other roosters, and was in a bit of a sad state. She found the poor guy laying in the driveway, feet sticking straight up in the air, upon her return home one day. I readily and thankfully accepted her offer, as we needed a really good rooster to look after the hens. And Tiny is just that - truly, a good rooster - with all the wonderful qualities of a stellar protector.
He excels at finding the tastiest bits for the hens to eat, and lets them eat first always. He stands tall in the field, watching over the girls and sounding his warning crow when danger lurks near. He waits patiently outside the barn door until the last hen is safely inside for the night. He even lost a few tail feathers fending off goodness-knows-what one evening when we were a few minutes late in locking up the coop. And, of course, Tiny knows how to fancy dance and strut his stuff, ensuring proper fertilization of as many eggs as is rooster-ly possible, I dare say.
And, my, how Tiny's crows make the baby smile! Even when she was in the womb, I felt her react to his vocalizations. His transition to our home was a delightful one in this way. Although his original owner said she knew him to be very quiet, once he was here, with all confidence restored and a job to do, he crowed readily! And that made us all happy. His comb may look a tad mangled from his past life, but he's still regal (if not even a bit humble) in spirit and in deed, this rooster of ours.