We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Apparently not everyone is aware that Cockers were bred as Woodcock hunters, thus "cocker". It was not until the turn of the century that they became known as a separate breed from Springers; smaller, but with similar spaniel talents and deficiencies: bouncy and energetic, but not overly-endowed with brains and with a tendency to pee on rugs when excited.
Wonderful small flushing dogs and retrievers, they are great cheerful family dogs which cannot reach the kitchen counter, and that can, with the difficulty of any spaniel, be trained to do a fine job in the field.
And a dog that cannot do work to find food in the field is a decadent waste of dog food, is it not? The English cocker is considered a better hunter than the American, but I am not certain that that is a fact. Plus I have never hunted over a Cocker.
At some point, we will do a piece on Woodcock hunting, which is fine 20 ga. sport because they are tiny targets which twist and turn in seemingly-random directions. A relevant detail is that the European Woodcock is a larger bird that the American, with more meat on it.
Took my Britany hunting Friday, she was classic. Locked up on point as I walked in behind here and flushed and shot the ringneck. When we got back home, she went right to sleep in "her" chair in the living room.
Had a wonderful Springer who ran 10-15 miles a day with me and growled and barked alarmingly for her small size at any groups of human males too close to us on deserted streets (tho she was able to distinguish kids in my youth group and loved them). Since this was in New Haven, she more than earned her kibble, even tho she never hunted. When I eventually got married and fenced in er settled down and could no longer run her so far, she became hyper and miserable and we had to send her to friends on a farm who, belatedly, taught her how to hunt.
First, there's two ways to flush game birds: to spring, and to cock. Hence cockers and springers.
Second, nobody breeds American cockers for hunting any longer - they only breed them for show and, residually, for pets.