He was (still is) a Rhode Island Red,  in the spring of his second year.  A beautiful rooster with gorgeous plumage and  long, long talons.   This was a rescue of the rooster's owner from being attacked (she, the owner who loves her chickens, and gives them names)  Bartholomew got too big for his britches and found a new home with fellow roosters to put him in his place.


 
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