As you might (or probably don't) remember, we had some trouble with our first rooster, Rico. His aggressive nature earned him a one-way ticket to the soup pot, but not before he sired a son, our first chick to hatch here on our little farm. "Miracle" we named him because the brood hen abandoned the nest just before he hatched and I found his cold, stiff body in a corner of the box. Lots of prayers and warm breath over his little body in my cupped hands were rewarded by a tiny cheep, so I quickly restored him to his now-attentive mother. Against all odds, Miracle made it and is now our alpha rooster.
His mother is the barred hen (Coucou de Malines Tete de Dindon) on the right, and so far, he is not aggressive like his sire.
Here he is with his mother, a Wyandotte.
We have a new drake, Ghengis II, because his father developed a limp that lasted months. I decided to keep this one instead and hope I made a good choice. His mom is sitting on her first clutch of the year, and we should have ducklings tomorrow.