At the beginning of July our first ever broody hen started hatching her eggs. Well I should say egg because that is all that hatched out of five. How's that for a natural hatching percentage? :o) Anywho I felt bad for the lonely little roo and I went to the feed store to buy him a buddy. I was in luck because they had just one lonely two day old hanging around. I snapped him (also a roo) up and headed home without even bothering to ask what kind of chicken I had just purchased. Mama was more than happy to mother another chickee and off they went. Well it's become quite apparent that the purchased roo is a Cornish X and we've all become so attatched. He has personality! He rides around on our shoulders and comes running up to us whenever we're in the backyard. I'm so disheartened that he has a shortened life span riddled with very possible health issues. He forages just like his adopted mother taught him and he has no problem keeping up with his adopted sibling or flockmates.
So down to the actual inquiries:
How old can cornish x get?
Is it a good idea to let them get older or should they be processed?
Is is worth it to let them breed?
Are they even interested in breeding?
Thanks for your time!
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I would probably want to live my life out in peace and harmony without a rooster putting his extra weight on me to breed all the time.
. Pictures are going to follow sometime soon. Haven't weighed him yet but he's a biggun about four times bigger than Hobbes. It's hard to believe that they are the same age. Calvin and Hobbes are allowed to free range and only get chicken feed at night right before dark and in the morning right before they go out to free range. Both come when you call them and Calvin (this is how we know that he is a keeper) likes to ride around on my shoulder. He hasn't got the "waddle" yet but I'm keeping an eye on it. And he still likes to fly up to roost. More will follow.
It never fails to amaze me how after years and years the hen rooster thing catches me off guard now and then. She is doing really well and still can fly up to roost. She has the waddle but considering she can still fly short distances I'm pleased. She forages quite well for herself but would plop herself down right in front of the feeder if I didn't kick her out everyday. Hobbes her dear little buddy met his untimely demise during a meeting with a chicken hawk. Said hawk has claimed three chicks this summer. Soooo that's it just wanted to update if anyone cares besides myself! 