A recent conversation

[Granny Heeney]

Him: Bawk, bawk, bawk...
Me: Quit trying to act cute, you pooped all over the computer table. I'm immune to cuteness right now.
Him: Bawk, bawk, bawk...
Me: NO. You are NOT cute. You are NASTY.
Him: Bawk, bawk, bawk...
Me: NASTY. NASTY BIRD.
Him: Bawk, bawk, bawk...

 

[GypsyG]

Pictures of "Him"?

 

[Latestarter]

Ahem, ahem... ummmm why would "Him" have access to, or even the ability/wherewithal to "poop all over the computer table"? Why in the world is "Me" allowing "Him" that sort of access in the first place?

 

[Granny Heeney]

His name is 9 Volt (SD OEGB) and this is a pic of him the day after we rescued him. I'd post a better photo since he's become healthy but he's at the end of his first molt. Some day we'll get some glamor shots but there's nothing we can do about those poor, wee little curly feets.

 

[GypsyG]

His name is 9 Volt (SD OEGB) and this is a pic of him the day after we rescued him. I'd post a better photo since he's become healthy but he's at the end of his first molt. Some day we'll get some glamor shots but there's nothing we can do about those poor, wee little curly feets.
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Awww! What is his rescue story?

 

[Granny Heeney]

Someone at a sale pulled him out of a box and all I saw was a lump of black feathers and a rooster tail--I'd gone there looking for hens on the verge of laying age, but I grabbed the lonely little fella. My daughter said, "Uh, isn't that a roo?" but something told me the little guy wouldn't have lasted the weekend. I have no idea where he came from, but I gave $3 for him. It's a crying shame that whoever sold him got a single red cent but it saved his life. Everyone who meets him adores him...curled feet, Gonzo beak and all. In addition, I have high-functioning autism, and I have found it to be therapeutic to snuggle with him when life starts getting hectic--at these times, he'll plant himself in the middle of my chest and would stay there for hours if I let him! Therapy chicken!

 

[Baymule]

That’s sweet. You saved him and now he’s saving you. Give that $3 boy a treat from his Aunt Baymule.

 

[GypsyG]

Someone at a sale pulled him out of a box and all I saw was a lump of black feathers and a rooster tail--I'd gone there looking for hens on the verge of laying age, but I grabbed the lonely little fella. My daughter said, "Uh, isn't that a roo?" but something told me the little guy wouldn't have lasted the weekend. I have no idea where he came from, but I gave $3 for him. It's a crying shame that whoever sold him got a single red cent but it saved his life. Everyone who meets him adores him...curled feet, Gonzo beak and all. In addition, I have high-functioning autism, and I have found it to be therapeutic to snuggle with him when life starts getting hectic--at these times, he'll plant himself in the middle of my chest and would stay there for hours if I let him! Therapy chicken!

That's awesome! You guys are very lucky to have each other!

 

[Latestarter]

Now that was a perfectly rational and very acceptable reason and explanation! paper towels are "cheep" after all

 

[Sheepshape]

9volt looks SUCH a sweetie....and obviously a 'therapy bird' for you, Granny Heeney. I'd say he's pretty much priceless.

Now I have way too many roosters....I'm not counting....I hatched eggs across the summer and roosters seemed to predominate. Now I'm veggie......so I don't eat them. My old dog is a carnivore (of course!) and he loves rooster....OH dispatches them from time to time (I have to be well away).

Now I have largely big 'posh' birds.....huge Gold and Blue Partridge Brahmas which eat loads, don't lay that well, go broody at least 3 times a year, and as such, are totally inappropriate for me to keep.On the plus side they tend to have lovely dispositions and are friendly to a fault, plus they are 'eye candy' of the highest order. All this preamble is leading up to me talking about JAMES the Jerk......a full pedigree and lovely to look at (when it gets light I'll take some pics.) He is a true survivor......incubated from 'pedigree' eggs....survived an 8 hour power-outage (egg kept warm by old stove), survived me dropping and breaking his egg whilst candling....sealed up with pink nail varnish. Huge, beautiful, proud....and a total a******e! Uncharacteristic of his breed he REALLY is nasty. He has attacked me and most of my family. I am not afraid of him, and have chased, smacked and even managed to hit his head with my whiteboard eraser.

His days are now numbered. OH likes him!....says he's 'spirited'.....I don't see it that way.....I now see him as 10 lbs of dog meat. He's only survived this long due to his appearance, but good looks only go so far. If any roosters have shown aggressive tendencies in the past, they have undergone 'Three strikes and you're out'

Now James' Blue Partridge son is growing into a stunner, and has inherited his mum's placid ways. So.....there's a new Main Man on the block....and James won't be around too much longer.