Tribute to Chesney, Former Cockfighting Rooster


Guest Blogged by Annette Fisher
Happy Trails Farm

From Chesney’s story we can imagine the conditions in CAFOs, as Ms. Fisher implores: “Think of the animals such as those on factory farms — chickens in battery cages, pigs in gestation crates, geese being force-fed with tubes on foi gras farms, small baby calves used for veal and chained to small calf hutches, and so on.” There is a better, healthier, kinder way to eat or to entertain ourselves.

He was a lover, not a fighter!

Animals are often a product of what we make them out to be. Usually their behaviors are a direct result of our behaviors or are a result of the restrictions we place on them.

Chesney, a very handsome and colorful rooster, came into the Happy Trails rescue program through a cockfighting raid in Lorain County (Ohio) several years ago. He was only one of 44 chickens that had been confiscated in this case.

Chesney feather’s were brilliant, rich shades of dark-reds, red-browns, and red-blacks. He was a thing of beauty to look at, but not at first.

Like all the other roosters, Chesney arrived with all the feathers having been shaved from his stomach and all the way down his legs. He delicate skin was burned red from the razor. His once crowning glory, his comb, had ruthlessly been cut off by his owners. No anesthetics are ever used — usually a knife is sufficient to slice the comb off. This is all part of the preparation for a rooster to fight. The feathers are shaved because it’s a blood sport — they can get to each others vital organs much easier this way. The combs are cut off so they get less blood in their eyes because a comb will bleed a great deal when cut open with a sharp claw.

Chesney’s spurs had also been cut off the back of his legs. This procedure is done so that the spurs can be replaced with something even more lethal — a metal band that is secured around the leg that has a razor blade attached. This can make the rooster a fierce competitor in the eyes of their owners, for when roosters fight, they fight with talons flying first — hence, out come the razor blades to do the most damage.

During a period of recovery, we worked with the chickens to really get to know them. Chesney was one of many who really took to their caretakers.

He loved to be held. LOVED it! He would fall asleep in your arms while you were holding him, and get so comfortable that on more than one occasion people asked if the chicken had died. He was merely content and felt safe in the arms of his human friends.

Chesney became an ambassador for Happy Trails, as well as a teacher and a professor at several schools and universities. You think I’m kidding! Chesney made appearances at many educational institutions, including the University Of Akron, my alma mater. He and I have regularly been given the opportunity to speak to the students in the Ethics, Intro To Social Problems and Social Problems classes. It’s one thing to explain to students how animal fighting affects our neighborhood and communities and what animal fighting is all about. It’s quite another thing to hand a rooster to them that they can hold, pet, and experience, knowing that it used to be an animal that had to fight for it’s life. He had a way of bringing the story home for the students.

Chesney also humored us and made public appearances at many, many community events. He was always a good sport when he had multiple little hands petting him at once. Never did he even consider biting or pecking at a person. Not once.

Could this truly have been the same bird that arrived at Happy Trails with a shaved chest, a comb that was cut-off, and was so aggressively violent with other roosters that he fought through the metal wire of his cage and actually ripped off the ends of his own toes? What type of life was this poor, pathetic creature forced to live? Kill or be killed…something that was not of his own choosing, but rather something he was forced to do. For fun. For sport. For someone’s sick amusement.

And yet, here he was at Happy Trails, enjoying life visiting with small children, teaching students what incredible personalities roosters have, and helping to bring about an awareness of the horrors and the reality of cockfighting.

Everyone at Happy Trails loved Chesney, and he was a favorite pick when volunteers got to choose animals to take to a special event. Chesney even visited nursing homes through the Happy Trails Farm Animal Visitation Program.

What? A former cockfighter bringing joy and happiness to the elderly residents of nursing homes? Why, yes he did! Chesney was very cooperative and would tolerate much handling, petting and smooching.

The one thing that we were always very conscious of was the fact that sometimes Chesney’s stubs of his toes hurt. He had to have arthritis in them, and as he began to get older, he sat down more and more. We began to retire Chesney from having to attend too many activities.

The last week of his life we could tell that he really wasn’t feeling very well. He would twist his neck around and tuck his beak backwards into the warmth of his feathers as he napped under the soft glow of his own personal heat lamp. I would pick him up and hold him every day and let him know how much we loved him and appreciated everything that he had gone through. We kept hoping that he was just having an “off” week, but I think deep down we all knew better. Finally, sensing that his time to cross into the world of the spirit was very close, we had him scheduled to go to the vet the next morning.

When we can’t repair or help an animal to heal, often the kindest thing to do is to provide it with a humane euthanasia. However, morning feeding time came on Monday, February 1st, and we realized that Chesney had passed on during the night — he had chosen on his own accord to graduate and move on.

I find it absolutely amazing that if this bird were to have stayed in the company of cockfighters, he would have been labeled as a winner, as a dangerous fighter. Not by his own choice, but because he was forced to fight — because of the situation his owners would put him in.

But put him in caring, loving hands, and he was fantastic with calm and gentle people and developed lasting relationships with the people who grew to know and love him. No-one would have known what joy and happiness he could have brought into the lives of the nursing home residents if he were never given the chance.

We will all certainly miss Chesney. His life-lesson to us shows us that anyone can definitely overcome their past, and leave a positive influence on the world in which we live.

Here’s a thought — consider the animals in the world around you and ask yourself if they are a product of their environment, an environment that we as humans created? What lives could they influence and what lessons could they teach if only given the chance?

Think of the animals such as those on factory farms — chickens in battery cages, pigs in gestation crates, geese being force-fed with tubes on foi gras farms, small baby calves used for veal and chained to small calf hutches, and so on.

As for Chesney, he is somewhere now busy chasing bugs, scratching about in warm, loose dirt with toes that no longer hurt, and taking long dirt baths in some soft rays of sunshine. This incredible, gentle creature deserves all this and more. Perhaps he’ll even make friends with those he was forced to fight, in a world where there is nothing but a complete and blissful feeling of peace and love for each other.

On behalf of Chesney and all the chickens who suffer daily in the hands of cockfighting proponents, please report suspected animal fighting to your local authorities. Having to fight for your life at the expense of another’s death is certainly no way to force any animal to live. What have we become when we turn a blind eye to the actions of those in our communities who endorse such behavior?

Thanks, Chesney, for showing us that what is often reflected on the surface is not really what’s down deep in one’s soul. The mask of being an aggressive, cockfighting rooster was simply a forced persona for this sweet, gentle creature.

Make your toes no longer hurt, may your beak no longer be cracked or broken, may your spirit heal and soar, may you be able to perch as high as you’d like with no restrictions, may you have someone to gently hold you while you take a well deserved nap — that, Chesney, is our wish for you!

Reposted with permission of the author. To view photos of Chesney, click this Happy Trails Farm pdf.

10 responses to “Tribute to Chesney, Former Cockfighting Rooster

  1. Thank you so much Rady for posting this account of Chesny. So sensitively told by Annette Fisher of Happy Trails in Ohio, I never knew how close I could become to a rooster. Even though he was special, they are all special
    to me because they are foremostly God’s creatures. How sad but I wouldn’t doubt that Christians are involved in the cruel cock-
    fighting events. Where are the voices of religious leaders protesting this cruelty? Or do they think that this is a godly sport? My God does not think so.

  2. Rady, I forgot to thank you for the great pictures. I hope we never forget the one showing the cruelty of cutting off a cock’s comb with scissors and no anesthesia. Someone once said that if the animals could portray their devil – it would be man.

  3. I’ve always found it odd that so many people condemn cockfighting, yet have no problem eating KFC or buying eggs at the grocery store. Those animals probably live worse lives than fighting cocks.

    Did you know that baby male chicks are useless to egg producers and not worth the time/cost to raise them? Do you know what they do with them? They chuck the baby male chicks into grinders…while they’re sill alive. Anyone who buys eggs from a grocery store supports this practice.

    People who purchase chicken and eggs from the store are no better than cockfighting supporters. They cause so much more suffering than those who participate in the bloodsport do.

    If they cared about animals as much as they pretended to, they’d buy meat locally and check out how the animals are raised first.

  4. I seen that you said that the feathers are shaved so other roosters can get to the major organs faster..You cut the feathers so others can’t hold them by them. Same with the Comb, it’s only so other roosters can’t hold your roosters down by the comb. As for the cutting of the Comb, people I know cut them in the winter so it doesn’t bleed as much, and it hardly bothered most roosters. Do you know why that rooster liked to be held? It was because the cock fighter held him alot and tamed him up. People judge cockfighting, yet they eat slaughtered chicken like nothing happened. Birds raised for eating live about 2 months in a box then get slaughtered, cockfighting birds live like pets getting fed good and spending they’re lives as they wish. If they do die in a fight at least they die a respectful death instead of being slaughtered. Your views of cockfighting only show your lack of intelligence and your bent ideas.

    • your lack of conscience about exploiting animals to their death for human enjoyment only reveals your level of psychopathy…

      what’s your emotional IQ, btw?

  5. Hahaha I also seen that you said “Perhaps he’ll even make friends with those he was forced to fight, in a world where there is nothing but a complete and blissful feeling of peace and love for each other.” Game birds kill each other whether they’re in a pit or not, that’s what they live to do, kill and mate. You’ll never see a game rooster do anything different.

  6. what bullshit. those birds are not forced to fight, it’s in their genetic make up. their combs are trimmed to keep frost bite from occurring as well as fighting purposes. their feathers are trimmed to keep them from over heating. those red legs are a sign of health not razor burn. get your facts straight before you spout off at the mouth about something you have only heard about from the humane society who’s only purpose is to liberate folk like you from their money.

    • Folks who pay to watch animals kill each other, or who raise animals for the “sport” of killing, or who torture animals for human amusement (as in bullfighting) represent the sickest form of humanity.

      You can justify it all you want, but it’s plain twisted.

  7. I’m not trying to justify it, it is what it is. Animals and fowl are to be used, not put on a pedestal and given human characteristics. The sickest form of humanity are those who have traits abhorrent to nature.

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