Lessons From Roosters
Here’s what I learned from living with one of earth’s most hated animals.
Editor’s Note: This Medium Writers Challenge entry was added to Human Parts on October 20, 2021.
Few creatures are as maligned as the rooster. I suppose there are cockroaches, mosquitoes, sewer rats, and aphids — but I can’t come up with any birds that are quite so hated (even pigeons have a fierce and loving following), and I certainly can’t come up with an animal who is hated with such dependency on gender.
My rooster’s name was Foot. I thought this was a funny word and I liked the way it sounded coming out of my mouth. But also, when Foot was young — maybe six days old or so — he nearly died, and it had to do with his feet. Or, it might be more accurate to say that his feet refused to come all the way back to life, insisting that it not be forgotten that this little rooster had walked right up to death and turned back around again, against the odds. Baby chicks are fragile, and sometimes they die. The fact that this one had survived instead felt like a kind of a miracle, and I liked the idea that I would remember that any time I said his name.
