Photo by Audrey Pavia
Mr. Mabel like to pluck fights with me .
My bantam Cochin commixture cock , Mr. Mabel , is well experience among my friend for his attacks on people who do not belong in my grand — at least in his feeling . Once in a rare while , he also cops an position with me . But this preceding week , Mr. Mabel has take me on not once , but twice .
Both incidents happen in the morning , decently after I allow the flock out of the coop and was walking to the service department to get their feed . In both example , I felt a small , square body bang up against my bare leg .
The first time , I instinctively pushed back at him , lifting him slightly off the ground with my leg . This was a error . Mr. Mabel took it as a challenge , and came back at me even severely . I was so outraged at his behavior that I suddenly reverted back to the age of 12 and push back at him again . He responded even more violently , and the two of us ended up have a genuine cock fight with my calfskin substituting for the other rooster .
I in the end came to my senses and strive down and grabbed the little monster . He pecked me furiously on the paw until I turned him over on his back . This rendered him helpless .
I await a instant until his dander laid matt against his neck and he lay off make attempts to wiggle detached . I then have words him , telling him he demand to behave , that I was the genus Bos of the one thousand , not him . After a few minutes , I let him go .
on the face of it , he did n’t listen to anything I had said , because three days later , I again felt his breast butt up against my leg as I was take the air to the garage to get the feed . This meter , I did n’t act as games with him . I scooped him up , put him on his back and give him a severe tongue - flagellation . He settled down much more apace than the first time and take care me properly in the eye as I told him he was really push his luck .
When I finally put him down , he was observably shaken . I tossed provender to the flock , but instead of eating , he stood directly up on his toes looking at me , make a concerned clucking speech sound . I ’m not certain what it meant , but my shot was that he was worried . I tried to think back : Did I say something to him about volaille soup ? I might have .
Mr. Mabel and I have n’t had any incidents since that last metre , and I ’m hoping it stays that fashion . I really do n’t relish these interactions ; I much opt a passive relationship with my rooster . alas , Mr. Mabel has way too much testosterone for that to ever be the case .
