A newbie learns a lesson....or, don't laugh, you could bd next

Okay, I will confess to a certain smugness while reading other folks' experience with mean roosters. I just knew that my sweet, loving little boys would never attack me! I am their mommy... I raised them, fed them, let them sit on my shoulder and eat my diamond earrings! Well, only one pair of earrings.
And I knew that one day I would have to make a choice. Three roosters for 14 hens was only going to cause problems and harassed hens. But, at 3 and a half months old, I thought I had some time. Besides, the rooster to be culled was not the one that has now decided my foot is a threat. He must have been foreseeing the future, because my foot was not a threat to him until he made it one. In other words, he started it.
So now I have a 14 week old RIR roo that is attacking my feet when I come in the pen...and drawing blood! I am just glad these guys don't have spurs!
I know the answer. Mr Bojangles will be joining us for dinner real soon. I just thought it couldn't happen to me!

I swear to never feel smug about anyone's chicken experience ever again!

 

Just thought I would post an update....

Tonight I had a delicious chicken salad sandwich. Need I say more?

Guess I need to change the rooster count in my signature.

 

Quote:Nope, it wasn't tough at all. I went in the chicken coop with a bath towel, cornered him, threw the towel over him, and grabbed him by the feet. Then I tossed him in an empty dog crate with a little bit of food and water and left to run errands in town. When I got home, hobby was canning chicken broth in the kitchen and there was more chicken in the freezer. Easy peasey

 

Quote:I wouldn't know how to survive without a sense of humor...I mean, I would still be nuts but it would be much more destructive. Lol