In which re-homing roosters is a challenge, and our artist is weird

"Shut up," I said rather grumpily to a rooster this morning, 
"you're drowning out Nina Totenberg."

The roosters are beautiful, and they inspire some amazing artwork.


I value Nina's opinion on just about everything over anything that any rooster wants to say.

Monica takes chicken-keeping seriously: they have not only food and water, but they also have plenty of time to explore interesting stuff and find interesting food and have interesting adventures (see previous blog post about bad nesting choices).  

I have no issues with hens, who earn their keep by providing food as well as visual entertainment.

Roosters are another matter.  Later in the morning, while Monica and I were working together in the barn, Henri the rooster's loud cockadoodling almost drowned out a fabulous NPR interview with RuPaul.  

I was annoyed (again).  But Monica was inspired.


Henri, accessorized

Henri lives in the barn right now because he is a.)  getting too aggressive with the other roosters  and b.)  REALLY LOUD  and c.)  for sale (cheap).   However, selling a rooster (even cheaply) in January is a challenge.

Artists, it seems, love a challenge.

$10 scarf--comes with rooster reads the Craigslist ad.

And there's more:


That's a good look...???

Sometimes it seems that a rooster's naturally colorful bits are not enough to get him some hens. It may be that the jaunty angle of his comb is not in fashion this year.

So Henri, a purebred Cream Legbar cockerel of just over five months, is learning to accessorize. 

Here he is in some of his borrowed finery.

If you wish to rescue him from further humiliation, please contact me. Delivery in the Arlington area or along the Rt. 9 corridor to Woodinville is available.


If you know anybody who needs a good-looking rooster (or if you just feel sorry for a bird in stupid outfits) you know where to find him.  Cheap.

Inexpensive.  Loud.  Possibly not a fan of NPR.  

And stylish.

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