This is George. It is mud season. He is 4 months old. He knows his name and comes running to see me.
I chose George because he chose me. He walks between my legs, he stands on my foot, and he follows me around. He has never attacked me or pecked me. I hatched George from a white egg. He was my only white chick in the bunch. And one of the last if not the last to hatch.
Since he was small, I put him in with younger chicks to help raise them. He did a good job, but since his younger chicks were a small group, I think he became an individual. Plus I was always able to pick him out from all his pen mates since he was the only white one.
Yes, I could have chosen a rooster with better feathers, or better egg color, but I want a rooster that I look forward to seeing, and he me. As he is nice to me, I am sure when he starts to breed, he will be as caring with the hens as he was with these chicks and with me.
George gets my rose.
Who gets the rose in your flock?
I chose George because he chose me. He walks between my legs, he stands on my foot, and he follows me around. He has never attacked me or pecked me. I hatched George from a white egg. He was my only white chick in the bunch. And one of the last if not the last to hatch.
Since he was small, I put him in with younger chicks to help raise them. He did a good job, but since his younger chicks were a small group, I think he became an individual. Plus I was always able to pick him out from all his pen mates since he was the only white one.
Yes, I could have chosen a rooster with better feathers, or better egg color, but I want a rooster that I look forward to seeing, and he me. As he is nice to me, I am sure when he starts to breed, he will be as caring with the hens as he was with these chicks and with me.
George gets my rose.
Who gets the rose in your flock?