After I got my sweeping and mopping finished I spent a good hour and a half outside this evening. It was a lovely afternoon before the rain set in. My neighbor was also out with Vivvy. We fed the chickens treats, drew with sidewalk chalk and I pushed her on her bicycle she got for Christmas. All the while George and the girls were all out front.
I watched George like a hawk. When we fed treats me and Vivvy made sure we let George get them out of our hand to offer to the girls. He watched as we went back and forth on the bicycle. While we were all sitting in the road drawing with chalk he came up to see what we were doing. I rubbed his chest and he ended up hopping in my lap for another nap. Once I was holding him I let Vivvy pet him which he seemed to really enjoy. All in all this afternoon he was my perfect little gentleman again and not the white turd of this morning.
I am really going to take full blame for this morning. I have raised roosters before. I know to never let my guard down on a young cockerel, especially when the hormones hit them. I know even the sweetest boys WILL try something stupid a few times. I'm not mad at George. I should have sucked it up when it was freezing and spent more time outside with him the past few weeks. I should have actively looked for him when I went outside this morning so he could not sneak up on me.
When I locked up the coop this evening took a extra few minutes. George does not really have much of a comb but I massaged it and then rubbed his crop. He melted into a purring pile of feathers.
Thank you for the wake up call George Phineous Jones. We will get through your idiot phase together and make it to the other side.
