September 6, 2016 by Mike Oscar Hotel
One of the more heartbreaking things we had to do in Colorado was get rid of my daughter’s prized rooster, Chico. I thought I’d give him the off-with-his-head treatment, but my wife, ever the mother, thought that it might traumatize my daughter. What’s life without baggage? I’ve got more issues than National Geographic! All kidding aside, I ended up rehoming him to a farm in the area. While my daughter was relieved that he got to live, she was absolutely heartbroken. She’s the kid that will shut up and put up with the best of them, but when he left the yard, she cried all day. It broke my heart. It was one of those parenting moments when you ask yourself if you’re doing the right thing.
I’ve been scanning the livestock ads and saw Buff Brahma roosters for $5 each. In Colorado, they’d be free, but never mind. Chico was a Dark Brahma. We’ve had two Brahma roosters. Both have been reasonably tempered and had very low crows, which we appreciate. Our road already has one rooster that can be heard for miles. He wakes me up daily. No complaints, but we don’t need a double dose.
Meet Pachi. His name is derived from my daughter’s two favorite chickens, Papaya and Chico. He’s the paterfamilias of the farm. I’m hoping he takes training well and can show the hens around when they come later this week.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike Oscar Hotel