It is with sadness that I write this post. In my last post I was very excited about getting 3 new hens and a bantam rooster who I named Mr Darcy.
Well, as it turns out, Mr Darcy was a very noisy rooster, and didn’t just crow in the morning, but during the day and just before sunset as well. Kim was stressing to the max, because our local council laws do not allow a rooster in suburbia, however we are allowed to have up to 12 hens. She was so worried that someone would complain, that in the end I took up the breeders offer to give him back which I did today begrudgingly. Note the sad face before I had to put him in the box to transport him. Ironically, he hardly made a sound today. Maybe he knew that he was returning back to his other harem.
I was so amazed that the little bugger grew on me so quickly. He is one cool pint-sized rooster and really loved those two little hens in the few days he knew them, and I really mean loved ;-). After all Jane Austin is so right when she wrote in Pride and Prejudice, “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” Mr Darcy by name, Mr Darcy by nature!
Maybe I am sad because he bought order to the flock so quickly and stopped all of the infighting straight away that you normally get with introducing new hens to an established flock, or maybe because I could relate to his blokeyness! Oh well, you win some, you loose some.
Adieu Mr Darcy.