Arizona Chickens

So, in my time raising birds, I ave now lost 3. All of the "Top hat" breeds, and all had a special place in my heart.

On June 16th, I lost my dear Buff Laced Polish chick Dory. She was 4 months old and died of a head injury.

On November 26th, I lost my beautiful, sweet little silkie Yukon. She was a little over a year and a half and died of eggbound-ness.

Yesterday, on January 5th, I lost my Buff/osprey silkie rooster Dax. He was almost a year old, and was put out of his misery after having been mutilated to the point of no saving after an adopted school rooster Nugget attacked him out of pure malice. It seemed to have started out as a fight for dominance, but I have to assume that when Dax had run away and given up, Nugget pursued him and continued to beat the ever living sh*t out of him with his spurs until he couldn't even walk or move. They found him yesterday barely breathing and bleeding heavily from his head. An injury too great to fix. What happened next was both astonishing and infuriating to me.

The students who found him and decided to put Dax out of his misery told me the story with shame. Glad they understood they did something wrong.

I came to school, thinking "Normal friday, then the weekend, better feed my Polish boys extra and clean the water " and had a cup of coffee in my hand. Somehow later I figured my mind knew i was going to need that cup of coffee.

I unlocked the coop, looked for any evidence of our other missing bird, a frizzled buff serama named Jack who had been absent for a week and left no trace, and then went into the "safe" area where my boys and the two latest pullets where.

I picked up one of my birds. Held him. Talked to a few people. Didn't really think anything was off.

Then people started talking about how Nugget had gone too far this time (He had been starting to attack students and draw blood, but nothing we FFA kids couldn't tolerate patience-wise) and killed a "hen". That's when I started to see things more clearly.

I went into the "safe" coop again to put my bird back and immediately i felt my stomach drop. Dax wasn't in the coop. I freaked out, looked around, hoped to whatever God was listening that someone was holding him, HAD to be holding him.

I asked where they buried the hen, and this is where I got more than upset.

They had killed the poor thing and THROWN THEM OVER THE FENCE into the desert.

No burial. No sentiment. No "Wonder if we should tell anyone or ask.

THREW. DAX'S. BODY. OVER. THE. FENCE.

Im known to cry when I get mad.

This wasn't mad this was fury contained.

I immediately hopped the fence myself, retrieved him, and buried him while everyone apologized perfusley.
This is why we separate young and small birds, and cull aggressive roosters. THIS is why we make sure the people we adopt bird out to can HANDLE the responsibilities of keeping birds SAFE and HEALTHY. THIS right here is why I am so wary about other people touching my animals and why I am trying to build a different coop for my Polish Roosters. Because people are irresponsible, inconsiderate, and uneducated about how poultry really work and how their personalities and bodies react to certain things. Dax is dead because his new owner didn't put him in his safe coop. And Dax would have been coyote scraps if I had not of known that it was Dax that had been attacked and killed and thrown over the fence.


Okay I think i got all of the anger off of my chest.

To CONCLUDE I do have some sentiments to share about him. I did end up having a photo shoot with him before it happened, and I will be posting those pictures once I edit them.

I also got to not only painting a memorial rock for Yukon today, but made one for my poor Dax-a-doo as well.



 
I also got to not only painting a memorial rock for Yukon today, but made one for my poor Dax-a-doo as well.



I am soooo sorry for your loss!
How absolutely devastating.....
and what a wonderful artist you are....
Please continue to bring joy to the chicken world through your love and your art ( both photography and painting)
 
Quote: I appreciate your sentiment.

It's been a while since I blew of some literate steam, so I do have to say I am solving the problem, and not just complaining about it.

The aggressive Roo, Nugget, is going to get a re-home or we will cull him. Last resort, as much as I am despising him for being a malicious little killer.

However painting these memorial stones..... they allow some kind of outlet. I can let my feeling out, and I can know that even though I did all I could and still wasn't able to help, the least I can do is remember each birds spirit and personality by making them a permanent bit of color and light.

I may actually start making these for others as well.
 
does anyone know of anyone who breeds/sells "Frizzles" in AZ?
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So, in my time raising birds, I ave now lost 3. All of the "Top hat" breeds, and all had a special place in my heart. On June 16th, I lost my dear Buff Laced Polish chick Dory. She was 4 months old and died of a head injury. On November 26th, I lost my beautiful, sweet little silkie Yukon. She was a little over a year and a half and died of eggbound-ness. Yesterday, on January 5th, I lost my Buff/osprey silkie rooster Dax. He was almost a year old, and was put out of his misery after having been mutilated to the point of no saving after an adopted school rooster Nugget attacked him out of pure malice. It seemed to have started out as a fight for dominance, but I have to assume that when Dax had run away and given up, Nugget pursued him and continued to beat the ever living sh*t out of him with his spurs until he couldn't even walk or move. They found him yesterday barely breathing and bleeding heavily from his head. An injury too great to fix. What happened next was both astonishing and infuriating to me. The students who found him and decided to put Dax out of his misery told me the story with shame. Glad they understood they did something wrong. I came to school, thinking "Normal friday, then the weekend, better feed my Polish boys extra and clean the water " and had a cup of coffee in my hand. Somehow later I figured my mind knew i was going to need that cup of coffee. I unlocked the coop, looked for any evidence of our other missing bird, a frizzled buff serama named Jack who had been absent for a week and left no trace, and then went into the "safe" area where my boys and the two latest pullets where. I picked up one of my birds. Held him. Talked to a few people. Didn't really think anything was off. Then people started talking about how Nugget had gone too far this time (He had been starting to attack students and draw blood, but nothing we FFA kids couldn't tolerate patience-wise) and killed a "hen". That's when I started to see things more clearly. I went into the "safe" coop again to put my bird back and immediately i felt my stomach drop. Dax wasn't in the coop. I freaked out, looked around, hoped to whatever God was listening that someone was holding him, HAD to be holding him. I asked where they buried the hen, and this is where I got more than upset. They had killed the poor thing and THROWN THEM OVER THE FENCE into the desert. No burial. No sentiment. No "Wonder if we should tell anyone or ask. THREW. DAX'S. BODY. OVER. THE. FENCE. Im known to cry when I get mad. This wasn't mad this was fury contained. I immediately hopped the fence myself, retrieved him, and buried him while everyone apologized perfusley.
[COLOR=000000]This is why we separate young and small birds, and cull aggressive roosters. THIS is why we make sure the people we adopt bird out to can HANDLE the responsibilities of keeping birds SAFE and HEALTHY. THIS right here is why I am so wary about other people touching my animals and why I am trying to build a different coop for my Polish Roosters. Because people are irresponsible, inconsiderate, and uneducated about how poultry really work and how their personalities and bodies react to certain things. Dax is dead because his new owner didn't put him in his safe coop. And Dax would have been coyote scraps if I had not of known that it was Dax that had been attacked and killed and thrown over the fence. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=000000]Okay I think i got all of the anger off of my chest.[/COLOR] [COLOR=000000]To CONCLUDE I do have some sentiments to share about him. I did end up having a photo shoot with him before it happened, and I will be posting those pictures once I edit them. [/COLOR] [COLOR=000000]I also got to not only painting a memorial rock for Yukon today, but made one for my poor Dax-a-doo as well.[/COLOR]
I'm so sorry that happened. I know how much your birds mean to you. Hopefully they have learned something. Hopefully your instructors use this as a valuable teaching moment. Yes, he could've been good for another creature. Carelessly tossing him over the fence is inexcusable. Not to mention finding his body could invite the coyotes to come around more often. I'm glad you found him & gave him a burial. Those are beautiful rocks. I'm sure they'd love them.
 
I appreciate your sentiment. 

It's been a while since I blew of some literate steam, so I do have to say I am solving the problem, and not just complaining about it. 

The aggressive Roo, Nugget, is going to get a re-home or we will cull him. Last resort, as much as I am despising him for being a malicious little killer.

However painting these memorial stones..... they allow some kind of outlet. I can let my feeling out, and I can know that even though I did all I could and still wasn't able to help, the least I can do is remember each birds spirit and personality by making them a permanent bit of color and light. 

I may actually start making these for others as well. 


I think you should add chicken portraits to your offerings.

I just passed a guy this morning selling pallet art on the corner. Signs, art, that sort of thing made from pallet boards. Maybe it's something you could do with chickens, etc.
 


The aggressive Roo, Nugget, is going to get a re-home or we will cull him. Last resort, as much as I am despising him for being a malicious little killer.




I'm sorry you had to go through that. A word of warning: do NOT re-home the aggressive rooster. Cull him. Once a malicious little killer, always a malicious little killer. The next thing he attacks could easily be a child.
 
I'm sorry you had to go through that. A word of warning: do NOT re-home the aggressive rooster. Cull him. Once a malicious little killer, always a malicious little killer. The next thing he attacks could easily be a child.

I agree with you. He should not be re-homed as he could very well attack a child, and he shouldn't be allowed to have any mean descendants. He need's to be added to a nice pot of some homemade Chicken Noodle Soup.
 

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