Since there have been no less than two posts about him already, I figured I should introduce my pain in the *ss rooster.
We call him Buddy.
It's "buddy" by default more than anything. C'mere buddy. See, that's nicer than yelling what you're really thinking. *wink*
Here he is showing off for the new bantams, Elizabeth Taylor.
And here he is stopping to see if they're are watching him...they weren't.
So, here he is showing off some more.
He's still secluded from the new chickens because he wasn't nice the first time they met. But for the last two days he has stood watch over their small coop area and never leaves their side.
I thought he was warming to them, then I wondered "hey, maybe he's trying to make sure they don't get out." Never can know for sure.
Just about the same time that thought struck me, a low flying hawk took a pass over the farm and Buddy made a gurggling sound I'd never heard before that prompted the hens to head indoors.
Right on Buddy. I always knew you had it in ya.
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