A few months ago a friend called to ask if I was interested in adopting 5 hens and a rooster. Her friend's family had just acquired a bird dog and couldn't keep chickens anymore. She told me the rooster was really special. How special can a rooster be? I picked the chickens up and they seemed nice enough. It took awhile to integrate the few chickens I had left with the new ones and none of them laid eggs for a few weeks. Slowly they all adjusted to each other and we began getting eggs. The rooster came with a name, Foggy, as in, Foghorn Leghorn, since he's a Leghorn chicken.
Every night a few of the chickens, including Foggy, perch in the goat barn and I have to carry them to their coop. I don't know why they don't put themselves to bed but I don't really mind carrying them to their resting place, especially Foggy. When I lift him into my arms he often puts his head against my shoulder as if to cuddle. He doesn't flap and flail like some of the hens do. I think he even likes being held. It doesn't matter how long I hold him, he rests gently in my arms like he trusts me. He must have been held a lot as a young chick.