Araucana thread anyone?

:rantI have never wanted cockerel stew as badly as I did this morning! :rant
After dividing the coop THREE DIFFERENT TIMES this weekend (because either Mama broke through to the boys side or Buck made it over to the girls side) I thought I had everything sealed up because I hadn't had any trouble since Sunday. This morning I opened up the boy's side first, only Mano and DT came out. I could hear a ruckus within the coop so I opened up the girl's side and Buck was in there on top of my bantam pullet! :he
Now mind you this is 15 minutes before I leave for work, and its actually warm out so I didn't have on a jacket. So I wrestled with him awhile, finally got ahold of him and as I'm taking him around to the boy's side I'm thinking "why is he soaked underneath? Do chickens even sweat?" As I dropped him to the ground I notice what had to have been cecal poop all over my arms and hands! That tells me that little jerk slid underneath the bottom fence, which is about a 2" opening once all the straw is pushed away. I think it gave just enough to let him through.
Yesterday when I put Bonita back outside I noticed that really excited Buck. He had paired up with Bonita, so that is HIS girl. She acted scared of him when he danced at her through the fence so I'm wondering if he is responsible for the injury on her head and possibly hurting her during mating causing the laying issue??
At last glance everyone looked okay aside from ruffled feathers on their backs. Its my long day at work though so hopefully none of the pullets have any damage from him and everyone stays on their side of the coop and run. Sorry for the long rant, I just had to get that off my chest.
I had one attack me once. It was in the fridge that night after work

:hugs
 
I had one attack me once. It was in the fridge that night after work

:hugs
I'm all talk... I could never do that. I'm the softest farm kid you will ever know. My parents always told me not to get close to the steers or rabbits because they would end up being dinner. I didn't listen; I would lay on the back's of the steers when they were laying down and groom them with the horse brushes. I even spared the lives of my mom's mean RIR and WL roosters when they would attack me. I'd make the mistake of crying to mom every time they'd corner me and she'd get a pot of water boiling, grab the butcher knife and head outside. Then I'd start crying again begging her not to kill them, and she didn't LOL.
 
You need to post more pictures of your flock Trish. :pop
Here's just a few:
My handsome Buck:
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DT:
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See how high he carries his wings? Isn't that weird?!
 
I'm all talk... I could never do that. I'm the softest farm kid you will ever know. My parents always told me not to get close to the steers or rabbits because they would end up being dinner. I didn't listen; I would lay on the back's of the steers when they were laying down and groom them with the horse brushes. I even spared the lives of my mom's mean RIR and WL roosters when they would attack me. I'd make the mistake of crying to mom every time they'd corner me and she'd get a pot of water boiling, grab the butcher knife and head outside. Then I'd start crying again begging her not to kill them, and she didn't LOL.


:hugsyou are not alone on planet earth! although I was a city girl I had caused trouble to my poor granny whenever she needed to butcher any of her chickens.
 

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