I enjoyed having a little Sebright rooster. Didn’t know that he could do tricks beyond always being able to get himself out of trouble … until the coyote caught him in the chicken pen.
I remember my grandmother saying that the little hen she gave me when I was 4 was supposed to have “barring” but didn’t. I had her for years and came to think when I was an adult that the little “barless” gold hen that I called Goldie, might have been a Sebright.
A Hamburg rooster was the prettiest thing imaginable. If they weren’t so much trouble for the neighbors, I’d enjoy having roosters again. Hens of the heavier breeds are the least trouble and haven’t been in the backyard for years. Should be but aren’t.
Steve
whose grandmother was also called Goldie