Chickadee hatched one day (I forgot when I hatched him, I'm such a good person). As a chick, Chickadee really liked to poop all over the floor (it was a lot of work cleaning up the crap). If you are wondering why I named this spectacular to-be rooster "Chickadee", it was because just before Chickadee began peeping one of my friends kept daying the word "Chickadee" for some apparent reason that I do not know of. So, when Chickadee hatched, the thought of naming the young boi, "Chickadee" came to my mind.
iSome fun facts about Chickadee..!
No, it did not get run over by a car. It was ran over by the wheel of a rolling chair. Luckily, there was no damage to his toe besides some tissue damage. His toe bled, but he got better after a few days. If you are wondering who did it, it was my sister. I don't blame her because you can't keep track of a rooster around the house all the time.
While I was holding Chickadee and carrying him around the yard, he decided that it would be a good idea to jump out of my hands and onto a how BBQ Grill! (The charcoal heating the grill was dying and this was after we finished cooking on the grill) At first, there was no reaction, but then he shrieked and ran off of the grill. To this day I feel very guilty about this happening.
This is not one of the fun facts that I would like to talk about. It was so annoying to clean up his poop because he pooped constantly, and as he got bigger and bigger, the poop got bigger as well, as well as smellier. We couldn't always catch him pooping to clean it up. Sometimes, we would find some of his old, dried up poop in the corner of the house, and those were a pain to clean
This was in some way like a dog, but instead of playing with the stuffed animals, but he would fight with them to the literal death. One of the stuffed animals that he really liked to wrestle was a cat stuffed animal. He would ruffle up his feathers and would look kind of like a lion, but dumber.
This is a real image of the epick warrior, Chickadee (Don't mind me in the background).