My main rooster, Animal had survived several cullings of roos because of his
- friendliness toward people
- work ethic
He had superb manners with people. Another trait which gained him favor and allowed him to continue living long after his age mates became chicken dinners. He never once showed aggression toward a human being, proving himself trustworthy even around young children.
He was a great leader and protector of his harem of hens. While he was docile with people, he didn't give four legged animals the opportunity to get close to his ladies. I never lost a hen on his watch (rather, all my coon and possum related poultry losses were from the portable pen dwelling meat birds or young pullets not yet moved into Animal's flock). He was also very good at calling his ladies over to some treasure he'd found (such as a juicy worm or tasty bug, or even the corn cobs or watermelon rinds I gave them in season) and then let all his girls get their fill before taking any for himself.
I wish I'd put some eggs in the incubator this year, so that now I would have a son of his to carry on as protector of my flock. Unfortunately, his last son, a golden haired roo I'd nicknamed Hot Stuff, went to the auction in a flock culling several years ago. At the time I'd sent Hot Stuff off to the auction, I didn't know he would be from the last batch of eggs fertilized by Animal that I would ever hatch.
Goodbye, Animal, you were a good roo.