Sunday, March 25, 2012

Rooster Rescue

We had a little rooster problem for the past six months and his name was Moe.  Moe was a stallion of a rooster in a tiny frame.  He dominated both of our other roosters and claimed the ladies as his own.  The only issue we had with Moe was that he loved to attack Oliver and Pearl.  Oliver's fear of him became so intense, he wouldn't leave the house.  We knew we needed to find Moe a new home, but were having a terrible time convincing anyone to take him.

What do you do when you have an attack cock?  You call the "Cock Whisperer."  Sarah at Save the Cocks in Templeton, CA is just that lady.  Sarah found a home for Moe in exchange for two rescue roosters who would be moving in with our flock.  Sarah and Dana arrived with their roosters on a Sunday.  We met Cherry first.  He was a sweet, sensitive rooster.  Then we met Cherry's brother who we called Curly.  Here is a picture of Cherry and Sarah.

Sarah likes to introduce roosters while they are free ranging.  We set down Cherry and Curly and watched them meet our rooster, Francisco.  

The roosters were getting to know each other and trying to establish dominance.  We didn't count on our guineas getting involved with the tussle.  Charlie and Rocco, our male guineas grabbed Cherry and chased him around the yard.  Cherry finally got so scared he bolted into the hills behind our house.  We searched, but he was nowhere to be seen.  I figured he would be eaten that night by a fox, so I went to bed with a heavy heart.   Glenn woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning to look for Cherry.  He could hear Cherry crowing from a distance, so we knew he was still alive.  

Sarah and Dana came over that afternoon to look for Cherry.  They brought with them two more of Cherry's brothers with the hope that Cherry would respond to them.  Cherry could not be found.  On Tuesday, Glenn spotted Cherry in back of the chicken coop, but Cherry bolted when he saw Glenn.  By Wednesday morning we started to lose hope because Glenn could no longer hear him crowing.  When I arrived home from work on Wednesday afternoon, Cherry was again at the coop, hanging out with his brother.  I couldn't believe he was alive.  I called Sarah and we decided I should wait until the chickens started to roost, then track him to find out where he was roosting at night.  

I put the kids in front of a video (desperate times) and made my way up the mountain.  Cherry lost me in about five seconds, but I decided to listen for the sound of his wings as he flew up into a tree.  I hiked and waited in a clearing for 45 minutes before I started to worry about mountain lions.  As a final ditch effort, I began crowing.  I'm glad I don't have any neighbors.  

The next morning (Thursday), I woke up with a nose full of poison oak and a special admiration for the cock who had survived so many days in the wild.  Glenn had the day off, so he was on Cherry patrol.  As he pulled into the driveway, he saw Cherry at the fence line.  He sent Oliver to the back of the property to block Cherry's escape.  He then chased Cherry to the coop, where he was able to corner him and pick him up.  Sarah picked up her two amazing roosters (Curly and Francisco could not work out their differences) and peace has been restored to the farm.

I think Glenn deserves the title "Professional Cock Handler" for his astonishing rooster rescue.  If you are so inclined, you can buy him this shirt from Sarah's store to help support Save the Cocks and all of the wonderful work that they do.  


  1. I think Glenn's new title is well deserved.

  2. Cherry is one lucky rooster!

  3. See, my initial thought was that when life gives you an attack cock, make coq au vin... Just kidding (kind-of ;)). Congratulations to Glenn on the expert handling of his cock.