|Doodle, the Rhode Island Red rooster|
Roosters have two jobs in a flock of hens--and I'm sure you can figure out what the first one is. Their other job is to protect the flock. I've heard people talk about roosters attacking predators many times their own size to protect their girls, sometimes to the point of sacrificing themselves. That's why I got him, hoping that he will protect the hens or at least alert me when trouble is brewing.
Doodle is a pretty nice rooster. He's not aggressive to me, though he is shy and not very tame. My hens let me walk right up to them and pick them up. They usually come when I call them, always if I have blueberries in my hands, their very most favorite treat. Doodle doesn't care enough about blueberries to want to get too close to me, which makes getting him back into the pen a bit of a challenge and not something to be untaken much before dark.
Like all roosters, he crows. This boy can really crow. At the moment he starts around 5 a.m. I really don't want to think about when he's going to start crowing on the longest day of the year, still three weeks away. I'm already looking ahead to winter, when I'll be at work by the time it's light enough for him to start crowing. So far, the neighbors haven't complained. The dogs are already ignoring his crowing, which is a very good thing, because crowing and barking dogs at 5 a.m. is not how I like to wake up.
I still consider Doodle a bit of an experiment, a rather loud experiment to be sure. I'll let you know how he works out.