Toby is now five years old. He is still large and in charge, especially in the Spring. I have to use my voice once in a while to make him leave the girls alone. When I'm not outside, I guess he can do whatever he wants. He's been quite a good rooster and the only scuffles I've had with him have been in the Spring. The problem is not that he comes at me just to be aggressive. The problem has always been that he walks and stands too close to me, right at my side or behind me. I have to be aware and keep a little distance with a broom or rake because a sudden movement on my part will startle him. That's when he has attacked me. Only in the Spring. And only once or twice. And that's the end of it. Hormones have a way of putting a rooster a little on edge this time of year. Because I always wear boots and long pants, he has bruised my lower leg but never really hurt me. I kick him back or hit him with the broom, then leave him to think about what he's done.
No rooster is perfect but Toby is pretty awesome in my book.
If yesterday's post was about the color brown, today's is about the color orange. Isn't he handsome?
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