My
companion Denial has been hanging around a good bit, lately. I so want
things to go my way, and when they don't, Denial comes over for a stay.
Today's
realization? Puffin is a rooster. Darn! Darn! Darn! Her/his hackle
feathers have been coming in as a pointy roo pattern, but I thought that
*maybe* she would just be a little different. Then I noticed a few
green and purple iridescent feathers peeking through the black and
white. Beautiful, *sniff* reminds me of her papa, Jack Sparrow. Well,l
today was the final eye opener. Beautiful green sickles. Denial has left
the homestead, laughing all the way.
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| Jack Sparrow, proud papa |
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| Puffin, day 1 |
Puffin
has been a single chicken since hatch...the only chick to hatch from my
first attempt. So, she/he has been completely spoiled, as far as you
can spoil a chicken. Hand fed, petted, lots of treats. He lives with the
goats rather than in a hen house with the other chickens. He has been
as friendly as a chicken can be. And now she's a him and I have a
dilemma. I have two good working roosters; I can't keep three.
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| Puffin hangin' out on my shoulder as we toast marshmallows over an evening fire. |
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| Husband holding Puffin, doing his raptor impression. |
Husband
says we should eat Archimedes, the most beautiful roo, who also happens
to be an eensy bit aggressive. (He seems to dislike my calves. I
dislike them, too, but no need to attack) Then we could keep Puffin.
But, I wonder if Puffin would make a good free range cock? Have I
spoiled him too much? He is kind of a mama's boy. And he's kind of a
'fraidy cat chicken, unless I'm around. Then he looks to me for protection! (I really think I just answered my own question.)
*Sigh*
It changes everything when they grow up to be something other than what
you wanted them to be. Denial got me this time, but he won't be invited
back for a long while. Or is that Denial again?
