These are my new arrivals.
They are supposed to be Dominique Roosters.
However, after much research, I'm not completely convinced. Their combs are all wrong.
They will still serve their purpose though.
What is the purpose of a rooster you might ask. It is two fold. First, they are the look-out and defenders of the flock. With the loss of Rapunzel, this is a very good thing, as the flock has now been discovered by predators and they will be sure to return. These guys are HUGE and could take on a hawk easy. See the comparison between them and one of the girls? And she is standing up and flapping her wings.
Second, they....um....sort of...ENCOURAGE egg laying...by....well....being.....How you doing'?
Yeah.
Like with most things in our life recently we want, these guys just fell out of the sky. I wanted some roosters. I wanted Dominiques, Jon met a man with Dominique roosters and he said..."Here, have these." We went to pick them up yesterday and it hasn't been quiet since. Jon woke me up at 5 this morning. "Do you HEAR that?" "No." I said sleepily. But within seconds I picked up on the faint cocka-doodle-do coming from the hen house....oops, I mean chicken house now. Once I let the flock out it was instant chaos. These guys had new territory to claim and show of strength and prowess began. You can see the blood in the pictures on both roosters. There was a clear and definite winner though, so things have settled down quite a bit as of the writing of this entry. Now they can turn their attentions to the ladies.....who are more than happy to lend a helping beak doting over their hansom feathers. It's all pretty sultry and scandalous. Who needs soap operas when you have chickens?
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