When I was staring at the chicks at the feed store in March, the lady standing next to me says that she keeps chickens and asked if I would like to see her farm. The next day I headed over and she had about 10 different chickens coops with runs attached. I think she was about 60 chickens too. Gosh, she was so helpful. Chicken farmers have been some of the kindest people I've ever met. As I walked around her farm, I kept thinking how much fun this would be everyday. They all had their own little societies and troubles and love and fun and cuteness. As much fun as it has been, there has been sadness. Roosters just don't get a fair shot at this life. I wish there was a way to know before they were hatched if they were a boy or a girl. I had heard that there was a company that had figured out a way to know by the vein pattern while still in the egg but that it wouldn't be available for a few years.
Ahh yes.. Don King is mine. He's not pecking me. He's flying in to me. I hold him almost everyday. I talk to him and sit with him. He's inches from my face and nothing. No pecking. No aggression. He could have easily ripped my face off but nothing. When I turn my back now, though, ya.. if I am to be honest.. I am a bit scared to turn around. With jeans on, I don't worry he'll hurt me but that he'll then begin thinking of himself as the alpha.
Here he is. He thought flying into a tomato plant was better than me picking him up back in August. So I thought, picture taking time!