Yes, Scruffy, His Royal Wimpiness, finally found his crow this morning.
Granted, we don’t know if he crowed before. With the windows closed in the winter, the house is very quiet and we don’t generally hear the chickens yammering, squabbling, and doing their other usual routines. But we do check on the chickens pretty frequently and Ron often works outside, so it seems like one of us would have heard something over the past few weeks–especially because Scruffy’s now 5.5 months old and roosters are supposed to reach sexual maturity around five months.
This morning, though, Ron went outside near dawn to open the door to the coop for the day. The door to the orchard was stuck so he went around to the greenhouse side to push it open from the inside. He said hello to the chickens and for some reason decided to crow at Scruffy who was still up on the roost.
“Rooooo roo-roo roooo!” went Ron.
Scruffy perked up and stared. The hens also perked up.
Ron pushed open the sticky door and left the coop.
Not 30 seconds later, he heard, “Rooooo roo-roo roooo!”
Yes, Scruffy was crowing back at him and proceeded to crow several more times.
We don’t think Ron “taught” him to crow, but he might have spurred Scruffy’s inner crowiness. After all, game hunters often use fake calls to draw out both animals and birds. Maybe Scruffy hadn’t felt the need to crow around the eight hens, especially when the Big Girl Posse is in the mix. Scruffy still thinks they are s c a r y. But maybe when the Big Human Rooster (aka Ron) crowed, Scruffy concluded he needed to crow back.
So on this Thanksgiving Eve, we say,”Rooooo roo-roo roooo!” And Happy Thanksgiving!