Friday, August 31, 2012


 Here is Windsor on the left, and Worcester on the right. Of course, you have to pronounce "Worcester" like this: Woostuh, just like you would if you actually lived in Worcester, Mass.

Here is 'himself', crowing and crowing. He is a wonderful cock-a-doodle-doo-er;
Poor Windsor sounds like he is just trying to clear is throat of an awful croup.

If roosters are raised together, they most likely will get along just fine. Most of the time, one of the roosters gets to be the President, and the other one is just part of the flock. That is how it is with mine.

Worcester went through a stage where he'd peck the crap out of your hand if tried to pick him up, now he just sidles around, looking at your warily, but he allows himself to be picked up now. He even will close his eyes and fall asleep if you rub under his beak.
After looking up his breed, he is, of course, a bantam, which means he is little. He is an Old English Bantam.

Windsor has always let you pick him up. He is the tiny little bantam there with the black chest. He is also a kind of Old English. There are many coloring types involved in the Old English. I had hoped for one of them to be a Cochin, as they have the feathers on down their legs, but alas...I'd also hoped for two hens, but alas...No more getting chicks that have a sign over them saying, "non-sexed".

How I LOVE my Chickens.
Off to make some lace curtains for them - they need more windows...


Christine Crocker said...

oh Katie, I love love love them.
aren't they just the funniest old fella's?

and yes, lace curtains are in order as well as another window. Perhaps one to look out at Mt. Jefferson since they can see Smith Rocks from the other?

sarah said...

Such interesting animals. I admit I have always been a little scared of them - my gran's landlord had one manaiacal rooster who used to chase us around when we were children.