I have had a rooster who was named Henrietta that became a Henry.
|6 months old|
My ritual everyday would be plucking at my chickens and they would all pluck back, Lucy being the loudest… one day as I was cleaning the hen house all the hens as usual had to come in and get in the way, but this time more so then usual and I reached out to pet them and they stayed put… they stopped in their tracks instead of running away and then got down and spread their wings, acting like they were afraid but stayed put.
I thought wow they love me too! I couldn't wait to tell my husband Dave when I went inside, I proclaimed with much excitement “Dave, my chickens aren't afraid of me anymore, they are letting me pet them!”, I squealed from pride, cause I do take good care of my chickens…He smiled and was happy for me, he saw how important this was to me.
Then one day he was walking our dog and I was in the hen house I called out to him and said “Dave come and look at your hens and see how they love me!” He proceeded to walk over, looked at them, looked at me, looked away, and couldn't hold in his laughter and said with great difficulty… he couldn't speak he was laughing and didn’t want me to see his face… he is sensitive to my feelings… and said “Honey, they think you are their rooster that is why they bend down like that”. He continued to say “keep petting them it will help stimulate their egg laying.”
I yelled out in disgust and disappointment “no way I am not their rooster”!… I remember awhile ago when I told my mama in a joking way my hens think I am their rooster … she would look down and chuckle to herself… she knew…