cock-a-doodle-do

Meet Napoleon. He is our Silver Duckwing Old English bantam rooster. Here he is in happier times at the old house. Saturday we noticed that Napoleon seemed a little listless and slow and was really keeping his distance from the rest of the chickens. We’d noticed earlier that he was being picked on a bit by one of the barred rocks we hatched (sadly he turned out to be yet another rooster. rats!). He’s cool looking but mean. And I don’t like him. He is not long for this world. 

Napoleon has always been pretty tame so Mike walked right out and picked him up and we noticed a lot of dried blood on his comb. Damn you barred rock roo!

We brought him inside and Mike cleaned him up.

After he was clean we sprayed a little blue kote on his comb and gave home some food and water right there in our bathroom.

It was around this time we realized we needed to start getting ready for Mike’s sister and brother-in-laws annual wine party. But what about Napoleon? We didn’t want to put him back in the coop with that mean ol’ barred rock. And our have-a-heart had a possum in it (He is now at the big farm in the sky) and our cat carrier was at the old house (We’re still waiting for Cash to come back. Where the heck are you kitty?!)

Mike’s suggestion – let’s just turn off the light and leave him in the bathroom. He’ll be fine.

So we went to the wine party and had a great time and came home and went to bed. Sunday morning we woke up to crowing. Crowing that sounded very close. We both sat up, “Crap! Napoleon is still in the bathroom!”

Mike got up and let him outside and I’m happy to report the little guy stayed on the towel the whole time and did not make a mess in the bathroom at all. He was still a little sluggish and continued to keep his distance from the other birds.

Time for that barred rock to go go to the stew pot!