Can You Walk the Walk and Talk the Talk?

Here's Mr. D, our resident rooster looking wonderful since he has feathers covering his butt. He is actually starting to sprout tail feathers from beneath the "toupee" that is formed over his rear. If you care to see just how bad he looked in the past click here to see a rooster with a naked buttock. The progress here is substantial. There is a fully plumed tail in sight for Mr. D.

Mr. D can strut.
He thinks he is a bad-ass.
He is a bad-ass.
Bad is as bad does.

Last week, my Mom was watching Ella and they went into the chicken pen to get up close and personal with the foul. Mr. D took this opportunity to jump my little innocent baby Ella and he thrashed her a couple times just to prove no one is immune to his charms. Ella only suffered a few tiny scratches, but Mr. D's ego swelled. Damned rooster!

However, the wind of change is in the air. This is the nemesis. Jr Barred-Rock rooster thinks he is a bad ass, but at this point in the battle, he has nothing on Mr. D.

This hulking form of a teen-aged rooster has all the brawn and none of the brains to knock the old man off his roost. Also, he has yet to develop the last and most important, manly tool of a rooster. He is not a true cockerel yet. Something on his anatomy is just not big enough...

What needs to grow more you say?

HIS SPURS.

And proving that size does matter, take a look at the weapons that adorn Mr. D's skinny chicken legs. And by the way, to a rooster, "skinny chicken legs" is not an insult.


Making sure to never look Mr. D right in the eye, Jr. Barred-Rock cowers in his corner pretending he is not there. He is practicing in the ways of the ninja, hiding in broad day light beneath the warlords watchful eye. Mr. D will break out a can of whoop-ass in 0.02 seconds if he sees signs of trouble brewing.

This S.O.B. is one proud rooster.
He has the spurs to back up it up.

For the moment.