So, back to reminissing about our Rhodes Island Reds for a minute. One of those last season chicks sprouted a comb that was a little larger than the rest, and started hoo-hooing (as Hannah calls it).
Now I had mentioned a couple times already that we like name the animals around here, so hoo-hoo-er earned is named.
One afternoon when we were outside checking the chickens out, they had scratched a little nest in the ground, and all the Rhoadie youngsters were laying there in a pile together. Right smack-dab in the middle was the little rooster and all the pullets were surrounding him...I thought to myself what a playboy! HA! So then of course, I named him Hef...I really couldn't come up with anything more appropriate, or entertaining. :)
Hef still reamains the big man on campus, and the only man on campus, which is more than enough. Roosters are handsome, with all the fancier feathers and such, but he can get a little, shall I say, cocky?. Really, he doesn't bother anyone to often, but be careful if you're wearing brighter colors, he gets a little puffed up then. Ah, what an interesting journey....
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