It's tricky sometimes, knowing how many birds to keep for breeding purposes. So often if I cut down to just the bare necessity number wise and quality wise in a given breeding line, then something like this happens, where all of a sudden the only rooster is dead, or the only tufted hen is dead, or whatever. Of course, it's not a good idea to keep everything that might work out for breeding just in case, because then we end up feeding a gazillion chickens and cleaning up way more poop than we ever wanted to. I sometimes have a hard time knowing how to manage this part of my breeding program. Sorry you lost her Lanae - a splash no less...
On a happier note, I had a man call the other day wanting some started pullets (not Araucana, just good egg layers). He and his wife moved out to the country and HE decided that they needed to have chickens on their land. As a protest of his decision to get chickens, his wife was not going to come out with him to pick up the girls. I was surprised when he showed up with her in tow. She said she needed to make sure that he didn't bring home too many or spend too much money. As I gathered the pullets together for them and explained some of the basics of chicken raising, I asked if they wanted a free rooster (I have about 40 little boys fattening up for the freezer. RIRS, Ameraucanas, Marans, Silver Laced Wyandottes, etc. Never slow down on the way past my place - I just might toss a few boys in the back of your vehicle before you can get away).
"OH NO WAY, NO ROOSTERS, NO WAY" they both agreed most enthusiastically - shuddering at the very thought.
We were just getting the pullets ready to load into their car and they were nearly ready to take off when my absolutely stunning, sweet as can possibly be, clean faced buff duckwing-ish Araucana rooster struts around the corner and strolls proudly across the lawn, with a little glance over his shoulder to make sure his beauty was being properly noted.
Well, that was that.
That woman had to have that rooster. The woman who didn't want chickens at all, who had to come along to make sure that her husband didn't loose his head and bring home too many pullets, the woman who had just moments earlier laughed at the stupidity of anyone who would every contemplate bringing home a rooster, had to have that Araucana boy. We tried for about 20min to catch him but with no success. The husband had to drag his wife to the car - she would have tried all night. I promised to grab the rooster up the next day before I let him out of his coop again. Secretly, I thought it was a good idea for them to go home and sleep on the decision to take home a rooster.
The last time I saw that rooster, he was being held and petted and talked to and crooned at by the very happy wife. I received a phone call yesterday from the man wanting to know everything about the Araucana breed - they are absolutely taken with the gentle nature of the rooster and thinking about trying to obtain some tufted girls to put in with him.
Life is so funny sometimes.