Now, the rooster, which the chicken became, terrorizes the entire family, save myself and my husband. Yesterday, I had to drive home to let Mom and my daughter in the house because Phoenix had jumped down and refused to let them in the house. Yes, secretly I laughed, but it is no laughing matter when someone is truly afraid.
So here begins the topic of this post: How to contain a Rooster in a fence. Well, I will begin with the problems inherent in plastic chicken netting. It is supposed to be secured to wood stakes I suppose. I just hung it between the stairs and the fence. I thought this was so wonderful. Of course, moments later the rooster helped himself straight over the fence and into the rest of the front yard, where he would be, of course able to intimidate anyone who came through.
The next thing I did, was try to bury sticks in the ground and put string between them to make an extra height to the fence. Well due to how dry the ground is, there was not a way to dig a hole, so I just tied the brances to the fence and the stairs and put the twine between them.
Just as I was patting myself on the back over this, Bruno, our Rottie mix rescue, heard a small dog down the street and promptly jumped through the mish mash of twine and tore it all down. The whole fence was now leaning to one side, and the rooster looked happy about it all. Phoenix laughed. Yes, Phoenix does laugh. See footnote at the bottom of this page on a story where Phoenix laughed.
I am going to the feed supply store and I am looking at these weird things that look like U's and they are supposed to be pounded into the ground, and they are supposed to hold fences like mine down. I went home with ten of them. Of course as it turns out, I needed many more. But as I was nailing these into the ground, I was so amazed that they actually work. The bottom of the netting is now secured to the ground. No roosters going through, no rotties or pit bull foster pups going through non chalantly, then getting attacked by a rather upset rooster. Yaaaa. Now I just need to get the top to where it is higher. I cannot really dig a hole in this hard packed ground.
I go to the store, once again, for some twine. I get the twine and tie one onto the top of the fence. I then secure the other end to the tree in the chicken yard. The fence is higher. Good. But wait, here comes that other dog, and Bruno is heading towards the chicken fence. Will he stop?
Well sort of. He kind of did stop for a moment when he missed the fence top by about two inches fell back and then clawed his way over the top and jumped over. The fence is bedraggled looking and now I see that he is trying hard to get back out. I tell him to jump. "Just jump over" I tell him. He just stares at me as if I am talking another language. OK now, I have to pick him up somehow and get him over the net. The rooster is getting all mad and ready to charge. Both of us.
I get the dog over the fence, and it was not easy. By this time I am so tired, I take Phoenix in and put him in his little house in my bedroom. He is laughing and waving and happy as can be. I fall in bed and sleep until 12 the next morning, at which time I awake to find a rooster on my bed waiting on me to wake up. Here starts another Rooster Adventure with the fence.
OK. Here are the frugal things I have learned from this experience:
These wonderful little fence holder metal thingys, are great. I am going to secure cardboard down around one of my trees, to get rid of the weeds from growing around it.
I have thought further, and I am going to make quilt-like patterns of cardboard cutouts and secure them to the garden this way. Then when the weeds are dead, I will pull them up and plant flowers or grasses in that pattern. I am also going to secure cardboard squares around my fire pits, the rocks that surround them are constantly getting weeds growing between them.
I am going to make the dogs a shade area, and tie down a tarp for them like the chicken has in his yard. I am going to use the metal thingys to tie down the ropes that make the tent for them. I could line them up and have a little bitty game of croquet, if that is what it is called. I am having a ball with these.
Now, back to the rooster yard and how to keep the dog from jumping the fence before I get the metal netting: I am going to get a plastic wading pool, and fill it with water. When Bruno jumps, he will have a splash landing.
No one said keeping roosters was ever boring.
By Robin F. from Hampton, TN
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Oh yes, the footnote: There was a little boy riding a bike and he did a spin out and kind of wiped out, he was not hurt. They do this all the time on our road, anyway, the little boy came up to our gate, angry and insulted.
The rooster had laughed at him as soon as he had hit the ground. He was truly indignant. I told him that it was just a co-incidence. I laughed all the way up the stairs as soon as the little boy was gone, it was a story I will tell my grandchildren.<3
My grandmother used to have a rooster she called a Chiney rooster. It was white with a purple beak and claws. When it got out, it would jump on your chest, hold on and peck at your eyes. He became dinner. I was very young at the time and remember my fear when he got out.
That must have been frightening! Some of the roosters are impossible to keep as pets. That one would have been fried chicken in a hurry! Bless your heart! Phoenix seems to love to jump at bags. He knows what "No" means, but if he ever was that awful, and pecked anyone's eyes, I would re-home him to a farm only environment, where human contact was limited.
Phoenix is out getting some fresh air, and soon will be back on pillow. He is the most appreciated there, he is like a statue and overlooks the goings on of the house.
Loved that story! I would love to have a chicken as a pet but don't think my neighbors would appreciate that!
Having been "mother" to one Rhode Island Red Rooster who thought himself to be "Guardian" of our entire back yard. We lived in Lakeland still and our back yard was about an acre in size, and Chicamaugie was in charge of anything and anyone who dared to enter his domain. (I once raised a hen with the same name, but that's a different story). Chickens are not the
For some reason unbeknownst to anyone except himself, he didn't like our middle daughter, and would chase her all over the yard. She was deathly afraid of him, and quickly learned to take a broom with her when she went to get on her swingset. Chickmaugie found out really fast about what a broom was for, and would keep his distance.
People who have never raised a pet chicken have no idea just how smart they are, or what goes on in their chicken minds and hearts. My red hen with the same name was my precious darling when I was only 6 years old, and who would ever have thought there could be so much difference in male and female chickens?
Enjoyed your story so much Robin. Probably more than most since I've lived with just such a bird and I can see both the humor and the downside of a cantankerous rooster.
Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you guys, I was happy to share the story of Phoenix. Animals are amazing to me, they each have such different personalities, and it seems if we underestimate their intelligence, then it is harder to teach them to behave. I wish I had room for a whole yard full of chickens but I don't! So Phoenix "fills the bill" no pun intended. LOL
It was raining and dark this morning when Phoenix asked to be taken from his play area, and he jumped too soon, as fell on the floor. He couldn't see well and hit his little leg on the fan and his head as well. He was ok, but frightened. I picked him up, carefully, reassuring him how good he was and how he was going to be fine. When I walked down the stairs to put him in his play pen with all his stuffed animals, he laid his little flat face right on my cheek and held it there, the whole way down the stairs.
He is out playing with his "hens" and calling out his happiness with the state of the weather. I won't forget his little face on mine, my whole life, it was so sweet.
Absolutely loved your story! Please give Phoenix a "smooch" a chin scratch, or whatever it is that
roosters like for me.
I will give him a "Good Boy and a slight hug, that is the same as a chin scratch to him~ he is so happy, you should see him, it was raining and he was in the happiest mood seeing all the worms that came out of the ground. He sends rooster hugs to you all that commented on his story!
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