Whitish Araucana Rooster
This guy wakes me up at 5 am on the dot. Or at least that is the time he is picking right now. Earlier this summer it was earlier in the morning. He’s a sky watcher, sitting in the apple tree facing east to Hannah Hill across the marsh.
He is not the prettiest rooster but he’s also not the loudest we’ve ever had. For the moment he’s okay. I got him this spring, with our order of 100 hens, when I ordered six Americana/Araucana roosters. He is still young and his plumage has not fully developed. Americana or Araucana? The order form from McMurray Hatchery said Auracona. Both have pea combs and do well in our winters. The colored eggs, blue to green to whitish, are a fun contrast to the shades of tan from our other chickens. But McMurray’s illustrations don’t look anything like our birds. Variety…
One of our Americana hens from a past year just hatched chicks down by the old farm house – on top of a shed roof. Silly biddy. It was a safe place from predators but once hatched the chicks had no way to get up and down. Fortunately Will rescued them as well as getting pictures of the hatching.
It is possible the rooster above was the father, he or one of his band of ‘brothers’ which all came to us this spring. They were very young when they fertilized the hen but we have no other rooster and haven’t for a long time. I taught last year’s roosters not to crow before winter came.
Outdoors: 75°F/49°F 0.75″ Light Rain, Misty Morning, Partially Sunny Afternoon
Tiny Cottage: 72°F/72°F
One day an old Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson. He said, “There are two wolves fighting inside all of us – the wolf of fear and hate, and the wolf of love and peace.”
The grandson listened, then looked up at his grandfather and asked, “Which one will win?”
The grandfather replied, “The one we feed.”