Monday, 20 April 2015

Rory the Rooster.

A watercolour painting of Rory the rooster by Annabelle Rodger

Our family has been blessed again with another wonderful watercolour painting by Annabelle.
Annabelle knew how fond I especially was of my old rooster Rory. I think she has captured his essence just perfect. 

The Story of Rory.

Rory Rooster was a true character and a real gentleman to “his girls”. He would protect them fiercely in the event of danger but was very gentle to them and us too. Often he would scratch up a patch of ground and then stand back and watch while “his girls” had a meal of grubs, worms and other chicken delights.


In comparison the new rooster “Prince” who was a nasty, mean,  bully, a thug, and very sadistic in his approach to the girls. He attacked Leanne and Abbey without reason. He had a go at James a couple of times but got more than he bargained for. The short version is he was terminated!

Prince

Rory, he does have an interesting story.

We had him for 13 years and he was an adult when we got him.
In year 2000 we purchased our property. Back then it was just a house surrounded by trees around the perimeter and not much else. Fences were required and sheds needed to be built.
Early on we realised we were going to have trouble with our neighbour. She turned up with a yummy chocolate cake the moment we arrived and wanted to know everything about us. With no barn to work in at night Brent passed the time booting a ball into the paddock for Max the Dobermann. Max was a young bloke and full of beans, Try as Brent did he could not wear him out. They would be away on a remote beach for hours with Max charging ahead. Max would cover five times the distance Brent did and still be “Ready to Rock”.
Every night “Max the bloke” and Brent would be kept busy burning off steam booting a ball into the paddock with Max returning in a jiffy with the rugby ball in his gob. BOOT – here it is dad, BOOT – here it is dad.

The neighbour arrived and began ranting about the noise. What noise? There was no barking but it was the sound of the kicking of a ball. Like really? The lady had come over to complain about the sound of a ball being kicked on our property of 3 acres. End result – no more chocolate cakes.
The barn got built and the neighbour moaned about the earthmover and she moaned about the builder. One night Brent was in the barn and she moaned about the noise Max the Doberman made when he nosed his frizbie around the floor while waiting for Brent to climb down off the scaffold while he was wiring the lights.

The neighbour moaned if Brent built a fence, she rang the noise police. She rang the noise police again when during the weekend in daylight hours the goat house was being built. If Brent nailed in a nail she rang the noise police.
One day the council turned up with a search warrant requesting that we reveal what was inside our barn and what we were doing. They informed us that we are zoned rural and that it is not an industrial area. We invited the council into our barn and the lady said it looked like her dad’s shed.

The relationship with the neighbour hit rock bottom the night Brent was bolting a new tow bar onto the Chev. He was towing the trailer to Auckland the next day and it had to be done. The key word is “bolted” this means no hammering, no grinding, no swearing. Just Max the Doberman nosing his Frisby and the occasional tink of a spanner on the bolt. Brent was all finished and the barn locked up by 10pm. The kids were in bed hours ago and Leanne was also tucked up in bed.
There was an almighty bashing on the door and much hysterical shrieking to be heard… It was the neighbour, she woke up the kids and Leanne and even Max began barking. Brent turned on the house lights and opened the door to a full on woman ranting. That is the short version of the event. The neighbour left and left the gates open so that our animals could have gotten on the road. The last straw had just broken.

If she says we are too noisy we are going to be noisy!

Around this time the mother in law told us the story of the Rooster at Foxton Motor Camp. Apparently the rooster started up at 3.30am in the morning much to the horror of the campers. The motor camp owner was in a pickle.  He liked the rooster and chickens wandering about but was fed up with the noise complaints.
Upon hearing this a devious twinkle was seen in our eyes. To be sure this saga was to be engineered with the correct outcome Leanne contacted the city council to make sure we could have a rooster on the property. The answer was yes as we are zoned rural.

Rory and his chickens arrived the next day. The very next morning at 3.30am COCKA DOODLE DOOO loud and clear. We had got ourselves a true professional rooster!



After a week and a half of the daily dawn chorus we noticed a for sale sign up at the neighbours, Rory the rooster had achieved what months of negotiation and diplomacy had failed.
We were blessed with his presence for many years and didn’t mind his early morning chorus. In fact the place isn’t the same without him.

Rory outlived the hens he came with, we got some more girls for him which James named Betty, Angie and Carol after the local librarians. Angie lives on here with Clara and Brodie as retired pets who occasionally leave us an egg.


 Left Betty & Angie (white), Brodie at back, Clara and Carol.


 We just adore the way Annabelle has painted Rory, She says 'I have always loved roosters, but have found in many drawings, ceramics and photographs over the years they always look so perfect. This lovely proud wee gentleman lived a full, happy life with his lovely owners and his gorgeous girl hens, and it showed, and I just had to paint him in this guise.  I think the appropriate word is 'dishabille".''


 You too can have a Rory - Annabelle has added Rory into her line of gift cards. Click here to learn more,,,



16 comments:

  1. Absolutely delightful story. The painting is superb! Wow - the neighbours though. I'd heard portions of that story before, and one day I'd like to hear the long version. Good old Rory!

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    1. Isn't the painting wonderful. I keep looking at my Rory and actually got a tad wishful.... Rory was a grand old fella and had a wonderful retirement home here - but he deserved it. The long story is hilarious but most definitely an in person tale...

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  2. what a fabulous painting and a great story. if only a rooster would make my neighbors move!

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    1. Oh to be able to draw like this. I'll share in a few weeks my little dabble dibble of art - it's quite laughable. I can see in my mind what I want my art to look like but it never turns out. I so appreciate art and feel very blessed to be given such beautiful pieces.. Me thinks you need a farm!

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  3. I really enjoyed reading your problems with your neighbour, when you got to the part where Rory came into your lives and blessed you with his early morning calls I got goose bumps............not sure why but felt how cool is Rory, he saved your life's from an unwanted neighbour..........what a true gentleman Rory was!

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    1. He was - and way more than we ever thought possible. The first week we had him and his girls in a pen right out side our bedroom window in the little fenced garden area. We both sat straight up in bed with huge smiles on our faces when he crowed so loud and LONG at 3.30am. The bigger chicken coop was built and they moved into their new home.

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    2. Hi Leanne, did you realise unless we come back to your blog post we don't get to see your reply? Maybe you knew this?Don't ask me how, but when I reply to people who have commented on my blog it goes to their email address. There must be a setting to choose?

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    3. nope don't know this. In the way too hard basket of what button to push

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    4. nope don't know this. In the way too hard basket of what button to push

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  4. P.S sadly we can't choose our neighbours but we can get a 'kick arse' rooster!!

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    1. LOL. We have been really blessed with neighbours at most of our homes.... but saying that our first home we had a crazy lady who used to rip up tea towels in the middle of the night... she took us on for owning three dogs - caused us a few headaches. We were urban so a rooster wouldn't of been a solution.

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  5. Omg loved the story of Rory the rooster. Stupid woman. I wonder where she is and who she is annoying now!
    I miss my rooster as well. Maybe one day I'll get another. But for now. The cats are enough to contend with first thing in the mornings lol

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    1. I want another rooster but really haven't got the heart to go through dealing with a nasty one like Prince was. It is soo hard having to make the call after trying many things to sort the punk out. I do hear a rooster on a still morning so someone has one which makes me smile hearing the crow. If I could be guaranteed to have a "nice" rooster he would have a home for life here. But he might get frustrated with the old lady hens - maybe that was Prince's issue?

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  6. Great story! How ignorant some people are.

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    1. Rory got a forever home out of it all. We are lucky with our current neighbours they don't mind hearing the boys jam away - infact one neighbour said how much they enjoy listening to the boys play on their guitars. I have many boys turning up for meals and then back to the barn they go to play nice and loud...

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  7. Chuckle Chuckle...Leanne, I love your story...we too moved into our new home in 2000 and still have 'the neighbour from hell' living next door. The good news though is that a 2nd 'neighbour from hell' (yes we had 2) living behind us also put up a for sale sign when a 3rd neighbour said to them (after making a silly complaint)...if you don't like it here why don't you move? (And the next week the for sale sign went up).

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