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The old rooster





After a violent fight with his son the old white cockerel has not been the same, he was defeated with his son now in charge of the hens. The old rooster is the last in at night, keeping a low profile in the enclosed barn until morning when he now has a set routine of following us up to the pigs where he helps himself to their food which is put into buckets ready to have water added. As yet he hasn't come into the enclosures (not sure he would last very long) instead he runs up and down the hill emptying buckets.

During the day he wanders around the farm down by the hanger and along the road checking on wondering hens. A bit of time is spent with the ducks, three old boys together. I'm sure if he was allowed he would be in the garden and kitchen, he seems to of got very friendly.

A few days ago he developed a lump on his wattle, thinking it may burst on its own we left it. This morning it was still there, time to do something about it. While I had the job of holding him farmer J stuck a needle in to empty what we thought was a infected fighting wound. deflated lump it may be something else. By feeding time this evening the lump has reappeared so it may be lanced tomorrow after consulting our vet as Franklin is spending another day there. If she, the vet had her way the cockerel would be going for a visit as well. We will see how he goes, his lump doesn't seem to bother him or his cocker doodling.
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