King Louis

Last spring we bought 10 "day old" chicks.

There were 4 breeds: Silver Laced Wyandottes, Buff Orphingtons, Barred Plymouth Rock and a couple Rhode Island Reds. Each was given a name right after they arrived on the farm. Daughter could tell each one from the other. One looked a little strange after a bit and turned out to be a big beautiful Rooster.

Of the breeds we have the male of the Silver Laced Wyandottes is the most beautiful, and that is what we had. His chick name was Lulu, so when it was obvious that Lulu was not going to work he became King Louis.

He kept the eggs fertilized and us aware of his presence.

Then he began to attack people. First my teen age granddaughters, then my daughter, then a grandson. At that point he committed the unforgivable, he attacked me. The next day an ad was placed in "FreeCycle" offering a beautiful rooster. "We would prefer him to go to a home with loving care, but. . . "

Within hours a deal was made, and that evening, after he had gone to roost, he was whisked away. His new abode is in a pen with two hens. He won't be able to attack people easily.

The remaining 8 hens do not seem to miss him at all. They seem to be content (I admit I do not speak the chicken dialect, so I am guessing) and a LOT quieter with him gone. It is a lot quieter around here, but Louis did give the place a certain amount of class.

Maybe there is a lesson there!