Duncan was not keen on acquiring a crower....he reckoned Randolph was annoying enough. However, after hearing our local vet had a few too many roosters on her farm, I begged him to let me get one.
And so, in early July, Russell Crowe arrived at the fowl fortress. His name came courtesy of a brainwave by my friend, Rachel. The vet was only too keen to find him a new home. She thought him to be a very handsome fellow, but if he remained at her farm, he would have been destined for the pot.
Russell has been busy strutting around his yard and trying to sleaze on to the three pullets while they are on their perch at night. The old girls seem to escape his attention somewhat. Yes, he likes them young, and is every bit as arrogant as his human namesake...and highly inconsiderate. He crows in the middle of the night, and although I can hardly hear it from our bedroom, I do feel very sorry for the hens.
Since Russell's arrival, the egg production has gone into overdrive. Perhaps they are trying to impress him ;).
And now, here he is. A handsome, young Light Sussex.
Haha I like this photo. It looks like Reebok has her head stuck up Russell's bum.
Russell Crowe and Winnie.
So many girls to choose from.
Posing.
Paparazzi! How dare you!
2 comments:
ha ha ha! very funny!
He´s huge in comparison to "the girls"!!!
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