Prince Charles was so named because he was a shy rooster that didn’t seem to know he was a rooster at all. He only crowed once, over the holidays, and he was very surprised when it happened! (seeing his reaction was comical!)
Though he should have been in charge, given that he was the only rooster, he spent his days being led around by the two most dominant hens in his life. Once and awhile they let him assert himself while they looked on in what appeared to be tolerant amusement.
There his resemblance to his namesake ends, because he was a very handsome rooster. The picture of him, top, is from his brief teenage-period. Prince Charles was robust, very tall and always had his feathers in impeccable array.
He died in my arms, of shock, this morning – after being snatched by a neighbours dog. He is buried beneath the apple tree.
Awww — look at him – so much smaller than the water bowl! (he’s the teeny one in front)
ETA: I sincerely hope no google searches lead here re: the real Prince Charles!