We've gotten our ladies another rooster (this one will be number four), this time a "rescue" rooster that was working as a therapy chicken... until he started crowing. He's an Easter-egger who comes to us already strutting the name RooPaul (love). He's very young and not totally full-grown yet, but he's already taller than all the others, and after his mandatory quarantine he had no trouble straightening out the pecking order to his liking.
Paprika, however, did not like him... at least at first.
I think they've become more comfortable with each other, though. They've at least learned to leave each other alone anyway.
I have to say, we didn't realize how much we missed having that quintessential rooster crow as part of our home soundtrack. I'm enjoying our new chicken boy. He's still a little skeptical about me.
Welcome to the flock, Roo!
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