Out of the thirty-eight eggs I put in the incubator nearly three weeks ago, only twenty-six were fertile. Not only was it a bummer, but an even bigger bummer as most of the infertile ones were from my chickens (I got a dozen from one of Paul's coworkers). And of those that were duds, half were from either my Ameraucana (Easter Egger) or Australorp who lays moster-sized eggs. I guess they have been pretty successful at avoiding the rooster.
There are also four banty eggs (from the other farm) in there. Banties are really cute, but they don't seem to last long around here. Christine's Silkies are an exception, but I wonder how long they will last once I kick them out of the barn again.
The last set of banties I raised, three hens and one rooster, went to our neighbors last year. The hens ended up kicking the bucket earlier this summer (they think from the heat) but the rooster is still around. Stud Muffin (what they named him) is the only rooster with their Rhode Island Reds and he is quite the pecker-head. He is actually the reason I gave the banties away. He was such a prick. Any time I went into their pen, he'd attack me. And it wasn't like I didn't give him a good what-for when he did, but he just kept on charging me.
Our neighbors claim that he still attacks them, even charging their car and waiting until they exit the vehicle to attack them. They also admit to kicking him like a football across the lawn. But he still doesn't get it. I also believe she said that there was an incident involving Stud Muffin and a tennis racket.
We recently chicken-sitted for the neighbors and I had almost forgotton about Stud Muffin. That is until I heard the rushing pitter-patter of chicken feet on concrete directly behind me, turned around and saw him about to do that flappy-wimg-spur-thing.