🐔 Meet Our
Feathery Clucking Flockers
🐔 – Life on the homestead wouldn’t be the same without our lively flock!
From sunrise egg-laying to their daily dust baths, these feathered friends keep things lively.
COMING SOON
Introductions of our sassy Hens, Bossy Roo's and Georgie the Guinea
Brooks Cluckery Coop™
Meet the Roo's
From pullet princess to crowing king — A twist of fate that genetics bring! What started as a lady fair — Soon sprouted spurs and rooster flair. The coop awoke to morning crows — With regal stride and noble chest — Sir Speckled of Sussex ruled above the rest — But even royalty has its day — When sassy hens won't obey — The noble Sir, once proud and tall — Discovered he couldn't handle it all!
On the fateful afternoon of March 9th, 2025, destiny strutted into the coop on feathered feet — Mr. Chipper 2.0 — a magnificent specimen born of noble lineage — emerged as the most dashing Casanova the flock had ever witnessed — His heritage spoke of greatness: sired by a striking Black Copper Maran/Easter Egger rooster and blessed by a gentle Light Brahma hen, he possessed the perfect storm of dark, iridescent plumage and those coveted feathered boots that made hearts flutter — Within days, this charming newcomer had dethroned the established order — Where Sir Speckled of Sussex once ruled with regal composure, Mr. Chipper 2.0 now commanded with effortless charisma — One by one, the fair maidens of the coop found themselves enchanted by his smooth moves and melodious crow — Poor Sir Speckled — the former princess turned noble sire — watched helplessly as his carefully cultivated kingdom crumbled — His harem, once loyal (if sassy), now swooned over the younger, more vibrant newcomer — But in matters of the heart, even the most confident Casanova must wait ... for ultimately, it is the maidens who hold the power to choose their champion.
As shadows lengthened on the sweltering afternoon of July 8th, 2025, an otherworldly presence descended upon the coop. Two figures emerged from the darkness — Ozzie and Charon — bearing names that whispered of ancient mysteries and underworld realms — The established flock froze in stunned silence — Never had they witnessed such ethereal beings — Ozzie, the diminutive yet devastatingly handsome Ayam Cemani, moved like liquid obsidian given form — His compact frame belied an otherworldly magnetism — every feather, every inch of skin, even his very soul seemed forged from the deepest midnight — He was darkness incarnate, a living shadow that had somehow taken rooster form — Beside him glided Charon, the enigmatic Zombie Princess — Her beauty was haunting, supernatural — as if she had crossed the veil between worlds and returned with secrets only the dead could tell — Her eyes held depths that spoke of ancient curses and forgotten magic — Together, they were magnificent specimens of the darkest lineage — children of ravens and midnight storms, born where starlight fears to tread — Their very presence seemed to absorb light itself, transforming the familiar coop into something from a gothic fairy tale — The regal flock — with their established hierarchies and petty squabbles — suddenly felt ordinary, mundane — These were no mere chickens seeking shelter — These were intruders from another realm entirely — And they had come to stay.
In the golden hours of August 3rd, 2025 — without a name destiny arrived on feathered wings — a living shadow, a masterpiece of the legendary Ayam Cemani bloodline, whose rarity rivals' precious gems and whose beauty defies the ordinary — stepped into our world earning him the title: Prince Obsidian Ravenlord — His entrance was nothing short of theatrical — Standing with the poise of a seasoned gladiator, alert and commanding, he embodies the essence of his game-fowl heritage — His form strikes the perfect balance—medium-framed yet powerfully built, every line sculpted with purpose — A broad chest speaks of strength, while his back flows in an elegant slope from neck to tail—Wide shoulders anchor wings built for power and grace, and his tail rises with measured dignity—Beneath his obsidian armor, thighs ripple with coiled muscle—this is no mere barnyard bird, but a warrior poet in feathers—Prince Obsidian Ravenlord wears darkness like a crown—His plumage gleams with the deep luster of volcanic glass, each feather pressed close to his athletic frame as if painted by shadow itself—In sunlight, magic happens—his midnight coat explodes into prismatic fire, beetle-green flames dancing with royal purple across his form—Every inch proclaims his otherworldly nature: skin like polished coal, eyes that hold the depth of starless nights, wattles and comb carved from pure darkness—He is, without question, a prince of shadows—and he has chosen his court accordingly.—His ladies of twilight include the mysterious Black Sex-Link, the enchanting Calico Princess, the fiery Rhode Island Red, the bewitching Midnight Majesty Maran, and the radiant Sapphire Gem.—Together, they rule a coop where darkness reigns supreme and beauty knows no bounds