Monday, March 8, 2010

A Tribute...

 This is Big Boy....the world's meanest rooster.   This picture  was taken in the spring of 2006, and he was about 5 months old.  Today--March 8, 2010-- he breathed his last breath and crowed his final cock-a-doodle-doo.  He was a beautiful specimen of the old heirloom breed of Rhode Island Red. He got really big, weighing in at about 12 pounds.  Last winter he managed to get frostbite...on one foot and his comb. He must have had the one leg  and the top of his head sticking out the door of the coop  is all I can figure. So for a year he has been all gimpy, but he still managed to rule his little flock of hens. He started getting mean around a year and a half old....before that, he would let me walk into the chicken run and pet him and talk to him. Suddenly he didn't want anything to do with me, and would as soon rip my face off as look at me.   We had several close calls. Once he threw himself at me from the doorway to the chicken coop (which sits up high).  I was walking away from him, and he hit me square in the middle of my back and knocked me down. Luckily I had a full gallon water jug in my hand and I turned and knocked him ass over teakettle with it as he got ready to come at me again. He stood up, shook himself off and started at me and I yelled at him and threatened him with the jug again and he backed off. We had a few more encounters before I started just staying away from him as much as I could. He ripped my hand with his spurs a couple of times inside the coop when I was gathering eggs.


  For about a week he has been acting very listless and dug himself a shallow pit in the chicken run for a dust bath...I found him laying there this morning looking pretty rough.  Early in the afternoon the hens were making a lot of noise and I went back to check and there he was...right in the center of the run, dead.  I said a little prayer and thanked him for taking such good care of the girls, and we laid him to rest.  His crowing every morning will be missed, mostly by me, as I'm sure he drove the neighbors crazy.  He was really beautiful and had the heart of a warrior.  I've seen him take on snakes and he even caught a mouse once. One night a baby possum managed to slink through the chicken wire and he raised hjoly hell until we came and got it. He stood right there, lunging at it, making sure it didn't hurt his girls. When an occasional cat would jump on top of the fencing, he would gather up the hens and move them inside the coop where they would be safe.


   He was moulting here, but you can get an idea of how much he'd grown in just one year. (2007)


 Here he was when we first brought him home from the farm store....what's not to love?



So, here's to the memory of a rooster who lived his life to the fullest, gave it his best, and breathed his last breath  in the bosom of the Mother Earth.  R.I.P. You will be missed....


Namaste.

9 comments:

Mary LA said...

What's not to love? A worthy opponent.

Ronda Laveen said...

RIP, Big Boy. You were a worthy rooster.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

Well the old man did his job well. Amazing how that fight instinct is installed and that ole' rooster used it to protect those he was 'in charge of.'

I fell in love with him just in your relation of his life. What a grand ole' bird!

DJan said...

A very well told story about a rooster. Since I've never lived anywhere that we could raise chickens and roosters, I really enjoyed hearing about him. Will you get another one? Somebody's gotta look out for his girls!

Kristin H. said...

Awwww man! That just makes me sad. I have a thing for my feathered friends and that just tears me up to read how he took care of his girls.

Thanks for a great tribute :)

drybottomgirl said...

You really wrote that eulogy well. I didn't know him but wish I had. Noble characters deserve noble words!

TechnoBabe said...

Now if everyone would just do their job like your rooster did, life would be smooth and orderly. If I were one his girls, I would be missing him dearly. We had chickens when I was a kid. It was a great experience.

Cabo said...

Roosters scare me. I know, I know. Long story. Great tribute to your dearly departed. :)

Steve E said...

And some folks (me?) claim they have nothing to blog about! And you Annie, just check out the chicken run and voila, you have an award-winner blog post.

Loved it. YOU are good! In many ways, other than rooster eulogies.

PEACE!