Lazy Little Rooster.

On the last day of May, mama hen hatched six little balls of fluff.  We all sighed and cooed over their obvious cuteness as they pecked at crumbs, stretched their tiny wings, and peeped from between mama hen’s soft feathers.  On day three I watched them intently, not for fun, but to try and figure out who was a “she” and who was a “not.”  After several minutes of staring and attempting to distinguish between features, I figured we had five girls and one rooster (Yes! Perfect!)  At twenty days old I am sure we have four girls, one rooster, and the last one undecided; I think it is a girl (please, please, please), and Rachel thinks it is a boy.  The next few weeks will reveal all, until then, this is Roy.

After more than tripling our flock of chickens, I figured we should keep a second rooster so as not to give Bob a heart attack.  When the chicks hatched it became clear that the little runt was a rooster, a rather loud, pushy, and lazy little rooster.  He was given the pre-decided name Roy and I think he will live up to it. 

If you don’t know who Roy is, here is a good first impression of his personality . . .  U.S. Acres 

Roy’s wing feathers are coming in striped meaning he is one of the two mixed chicks.  He is ½ Australorp, ¼ Welsummer, and ¼ Maran, along with a dash of laziness and a great big heap of self centeredness; well, he is a rooster after all!