As stated in my earlier diary entry, chickens are not very high up the totem pole in my 1-10 of most loveable creatures on the ranch….but clearly, here on the ranch Tux the rooster is going to have to be sitting there “cock a doodle doing” on the top of the totem pole all on his own. Tux is a Black lace Weindot ( sounds more like underwear !!) and Tux the Black Lace Weindot came to us by default. Holly our wonderous WOOFER who can somehow manage to maintain model girl appearance, finger nails, hair and lipstick all perfect and unchipped after three rounds with Rodney the Ram, cleaning out the chicken pen and a manicure session with the sheep…who don’t want a manicure !! gave us the rooster to cherish. Strangely Holly has pet chickens at home, chickens that are loved and pampered bathed and blow dried …one of such pampered chickens was Tux. Tux grew from the fluffy little sexless chick, absorbing all the love Holly could offer but Tux was harbouring a secret…tux has a testosterone overload and deep in the city where Tux was being loved and pampered, roosters are banned. Where else could her well loved rooster get the love and care to which he was accustomed..( Ummmm….where else ???) but Gentle Giant Meadows Ranch. Tux duly arrived while I was in England and gently introduced to the young pullets and baby roosters in the chicken tractor where he quickly established himself as a bird of considerable importance and stature. Amongst the babies Tux was a king, he strutted and he crowed, he acknowledged his importance and administered justice…he was in a happy place.
Then came the day Greg decided that Tux the Weindot was mature enough and big enough to go out into the big wide world. He could walk the walk, talk the talk and go and do the rooster thing in the Chicken Roost. Tux looked around, spotted a few feathered beauties with delightful floppy red wattles and determined that life was going to get better..much better. Tux strutted through the hen house and peeped through the door to survey his empire…sadly, at that moment Adolf the Rhode Island Red Rooster surveyed him. Adolph has been the most tolerant rooster, ruling his ladies with quiet but firm discipline but Adolph is getting old. Clearly NOT that old !! One beady Rhode island Red eye latched onto the insurgent posing in the hen house door and Adolph swelled. Adolph doubled in size, his feathers puffed and within seconds the two were locked in combat. Oh NO !!! not Tux !! It didn’t take long….Tux looking more like a little black hen scuttled into the corner of the pen and buried his head into the ground, tail in the air he remained motionless..trying to disappear. And there the big black rooster that was now the little black scared hen stayed.The rescue party didn’t take long to retrieve him and he was carefully transferred to the other chicken house where he could recover his composure and remember he is a rooster. Sadly, Tux was located crammed into a nest box, head in the corner and tail tucked in so far it looked like he had inhaled it !!! Poor Tux. The black Lace Weindot is back with the babies where is is loved and adored, he struts and he crows and for Tux the rooster, the world is good again.
Today is my birthday, Thanks to everyone who has remembered me, special thanks to Tony and Debbie who are determined it will be special and even more thanks to Greg for loving me and helping me live our dream.
Take care, keep safe, M
Then came the day Greg decided that Tux the Weindot was mature enough and big enough to go out into the big wide world. He could walk the walk, talk the talk and go and do the rooster thing in the Chicken Roost. Tux looked around, spotted a few feathered beauties with delightful floppy red wattles and determined that life was going to get better..much better. Tux strutted through the hen house and peeped through the door to survey his empire…sadly, at that moment Adolf the Rhode Island Red Rooster surveyed him. Adolph has been the most tolerant rooster, ruling his ladies with quiet but firm discipline but Adolph is getting old. Clearly NOT that old !! One beady Rhode island Red eye latched onto the insurgent posing in the hen house door and Adolph swelled. Adolph doubled in size, his feathers puffed and within seconds the two were locked in combat. Oh NO !!! not Tux !! It didn’t take long….Tux looking more like a little black hen scuttled into the corner of the pen and buried his head into the ground, tail in the air he remained motionless..trying to disappear. And there the big black rooster that was now the little black scared hen stayed.The rescue party didn’t take long to retrieve him and he was carefully transferred to the other chicken house where he could recover his composure and remember he is a rooster. Sadly, Tux was located crammed into a nest box, head in the corner and tail tucked in so far it looked like he had inhaled it !!! Poor Tux. The black Lace Weindot is back with the babies where is is loved and adored, he struts and he crows and for Tux the rooster, the world is good again.
Today is my birthday, Thanks to everyone who has remembered me, special thanks to Tony and Debbie who are determined it will be special and even more thanks to Greg for loving me and helping me live our dream.
Take care, keep safe, M
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