I finally got the new coop finished today and the flock moved. We have an old shed that was in bad need of repair. We put new corrugated tin on one exterior wall, built a dividing wall, new nesting boxes and roosts. They were not thrilled about being shoved in a cat carrier for the 100 foot move but once they got into their new coop it was like Christmas in May with all the scratching about, climbing and exploring going on. We moved the run next. we have about 75 feet in kennel panels that we collapsed and moved with the tractor, put back up, ran the hot wire and released the little feathered monsters into their new run. I had to finally go inside and eject them to get them to venture out.
The good thing about this move is that it gives my broody, Aggie, the old coop to herself which is a first for her. I secured the building and then watched as she got off the nest for her daily psycho hen exhibition, you all know what I'm talking about, Where they stagger around, knock over their water, spill their food, drop a load of poo that weighs as much as they do before they drink what is left of their water, gobble some food off the floor and then head back to the business of brooding. She ran to both coop doors, looked out the screen like 'where did everyone go?' but didn't seem distressed by their desertion. One week down, two more to go. But at least I do not have to worry about donated eggs and well meaning hens taking over occupation of her nest while she is off it.
I did have something strange happen with the Buff O rooster who, since I had vanquished the three other roosters for gross misbehaving, had been on his own with the hens. We were watching him today and my husband said 'you know, maybe Red is depressed. He has always had the other roosters with him, for better or for worse and suddenly he is on his own and maybe he is missing his buds.' Two of his buds had been beating the crap out of him which lead to them being vanquished to the bachelor pen but after giving it some thought, I decided that maybe returning one of the extra roosters to the flock would perk him up. He had always been close to lame Chester, the Welsummer before Chester threw in alliance with another Welsummer rooster, so I pulled Chester out of the bachelor pen and put him back with the flock. It was hysterical to watch. That rooster was so glad to be back with his hens. He danced, he sang, he danced some more and the hens were almost lining up for his er.......services. That's when it dawned on me that I hadn't seen Red mount a hen since I pulled his buds.
So I guess the question is, do roosters get depressed?