|Meet Hawk Eye, Lacey, and ...well, if he's another suspected rooster we'll just call him ...Sunday Dinner for now.|
They were hatched in March...so still not sure who's a he and who's a she.
HawkEye was being shy... he's my favorite rooster. I know he's a he because I've seen him get all puffed up and belly slam another rooster. Yep.
..and he tried to crow.
It was funny: errr a eeeerrrr ..eeeeeeerk
(His voice is cracking like a teen.. made us laugh. )
(I get in trouble for naming them... because then it's hard to butcher..or they live up to their names...
The last one that got eaten was named DragonOff. We didn't eat her.. a coyote or fox dug under the fence and drug her off. I felt bad she lived up to her name. We still have DragonOn. She won't leave the nest. She sits on everyone's eggs. See what I mean? I should name one "Golden Girl"... maybe she'll lay golden eggs??? haha...yeah right.
|DragonOff & Roscoe|
We didn't let ole Rosco out quick enough that night to save her... cuz he would have.
Nobody messes with Roscoe's girls. not nobody.