A few weeks ago, after the untimely death of Earl, we realized that our hens were lost without their rooster. They were fidgety, nervous and wandered aimlessly without the male presence they had become accustomed to.

The news of Earls death spread rather quickly in our circle of friends. I received condolences and reassuring hugs from those who followed Earl here on my blog, on Facebook and Instagram. I was surprised at the amount of people who appreciated his stunning good looks and his undying devotion to his ladies, as much as I did.

In an effort to get things back to normal, Devin and I decided we would get a new rooster as quickly as possible. A few days later, my good friend Marlynn sent me a text letting me know she had three roosters and that I could come choose one to take home for our hens. Within 24 hours Devin was at their house picking up the newest member of our chicken family, a beautiful Rhode Island Red.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Elvis.

He’s beautiful.

And cocky…

And a ham…

He crows a lot…

a whole lot…

Especially when I’m around.

Sang Elvis, sang!

I’m not sure if he loves me as much as Earl did though…but he will 😉 As a matter of fact, on his first day at our house, he tried to intimidate me…charge me…scare me…make me flinch. But after a brief standoff and a few choice words from me, we had a ‘come to Jesus meeting’ that involved a large stick and a little yelling.

Now, I have him eating out of my hand. Literally.

It took him a few minutes…

He sized me up…

He watched Penny and Lucy eat from my hand but still he wasn’t real sure he could trust me…

come on Elvis, you can do it!

YES! He does love me, or maybe he just loves hamburger buns 😉

Welcome to Rohr Road Elvis. May you live long and prosperous and may every coyote in this area be struck by a bolt of lightning!