****NOTE - After I wrote this blog post, Steven did some further enquiries in the chicken pen. It seems a terrible mistake has been made (of the type you might find in a Victorian body switching tradgedy) - HUSSEIN IS NOT DEAD!!! His son, a lesser gent, is actually the victim. Steven thinks some kind of family drama may have taken place whereby Hussein felt it necessary to knock off one of his younger sons. Those roosters are little brutes, so we imagine it would have all been entirely necessary. They are (as Steven puts it) "pretenders to the throne". *****
Steven found him this morning lying in the grass. He thinks a stoat got him. I'm quite sad - I liked Hussein and his gentlemanly ways. He's certainly had his moments....
We got him just over 2 years ago, and kept him in a cage until we made him a chicken coop. He made a grand attempt at escape, and had Steven chasing him over fences, under bushes, across paddocks. One of the funniest sights I've ever seen I think. We named him Hussein (mistakenly at the time) after Usain Bolt, the 100m champion.
He used to stand with Donna and Mavis, staring in at me (when we lived in a tent!!!) for long periods of time...
He made suspicious footprints in our new barn, rampaged through the tent stealing my salmon dinner, and enjoyed spending time roaming around with his laydees for company.
RIP Hussein. Wherever you've gone I hope there are plenty of chicken damsels-in-distress that you can protect with your gallant rooster ways..
Steven found him this morning lying in the grass. He thinks a stoat got him. I'm quite sad - I liked Hussein and his gentlemanly ways. He's certainly had his moments....
We got him just over 2 years ago, and kept him in a cage until we made him a chicken coop. He made a grand attempt at escape, and had Steven chasing him over fences, under bushes, across paddocks. One of the funniest sights I've ever seen I think. We named him Hussein (mistakenly at the time) after Usain Bolt, the 100m champion.
He used to stand with Donna and Mavis, staring in at me (when we lived in a tent!!!) for long periods of time...
He made suspicious footprints in our new barn, rampaged through the tent stealing my salmon dinner, and enjoyed spending time roaming around with his laydees for company.
RIP Hussein. Wherever you've gone I hope there are plenty of chicken damsels-in-distress that you can protect with your gallant rooster ways..
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(01.22.11 @ 02:59 PM)It seems that the mistake i made was an obvious one. I didn't check the talons on the back of the legs. Husseins are long because of his age whereas the "prince" has short ones. They are both Rhode Island Reds and look identical. Don't understand quite how the mistake was made, afterall I've seen them closeup a number of times. Usually flying at my face in attack mode, as he gallantly defends the flock when I'm removing one for dinner. That's why I think he's great. So brave.
(01.23.11 @ 01:33 PM)