Our gorgeous rooster needs a name. Help us give him the name he deserves and one dozen eggs are yours! If you win and happen to live far away, I'll blow you a dozen and ship them so you can use the lovely shells for Easter decorations.
He's a wonderful fellow. The third in a long line of what we call "Son of Satan" roosters. But somehow the Satan gene switched off for him thank goodness! He doesn't turn on the typical "killer rooster attack mode" of his forefeathers. He hardly flinches when we enter the coop. No baseball bat or steel toed boots required around this guy.
Two years ago he hatched from a mixed breed egg, by our wonderful and sweet little French Millefleur hen named Freckles. I think his breed mix is part Black Australorp and part Wellsummer Satan Hell II. Sadly his surrogate mother's life was taken by our bird dog puppy. I cried. No more free ranging.
This guy is looking particularly proud now that his ladies are laying again. His gorgeous feathers of brown, gold, black and burgundy are brilliant. He's proud of his plumage.
We got electricity to the coop, the classical music is back on and they are back at it again! Our lovely 
When flowers are few, I can't help but focus on playing with funky junk chickens around my garden shed hen house. Moss and dust add that natural touch of funk.
