I was feeding our chickens this morning, and one of the roosters was being a little more aggressive than usual (keep in mind, this is “aggressive” on the chicken scale, which means I was basically ignoring his attempts to protect his ladies from me). But as I looked around, idly looking at the flock, that we had not two roosters…but somehow three.
This handsome gentleman, what appears to be a male barred-rock, was strutting around.
As a farmer, I am accustomed to losing the occasional animal due to predation, illness, or bad luck. This is the first time I have had one appear, unexpectedly. Not sure how it happened, but looking at possibilities:
- Divine miracle;
- Jurassic Park-like sexual flipping of one of our barred-rock hens;
- Drive-by delivery of an unwanted rooster.
Personally I am going with the last, there…