BYC Couples

[OneHappyDuckie]

Hmm.
Maybe I’ll just lock their dear momma in the coop so she can’t get to them…and leave the little ones out in the cold. I’ll ignore their panicked wails while their mother grows increasingly frustrated trying to reach them. The desperate cries of the babies will reach a peak volume as they shiver and their bodies grow colder and colder. But soon, the cries will cease, and so will the beating of their young, fragile, innocent hearts. I’ll collect their stiff, cold bodies and dispose of them in the compost bin. Their mother will be distressed but she will eventually forget her dead children. And me? Well, I’ll pretend it never happened, and sell the pullets with a too-wide smile on my face.

Or I could just not hatch eggs. Take your pick.

Or just get 10000 more hens and keep all of them

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Or you could just sell the cockerels as day-old meat birds. Sounds much more humane than freezing them to death

I was joking.

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Or you could just sell the cockerels as day-old meat birds. Sounds much more humane than freezing them to death

They'd be bad meat birds. Bantam floofs? No way.

 

[EmmaRainboe]

They'd be bad meat birds. Bantam floofs? No way.

Bigger than quail

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Bigger than quail

Which are also bad meat birds

 

[TheOddOneOut]

How about I just give them to you?

 

[EmmaRainboe]

How about I just give them to you?

Sure, I can pass them off to the raptor sanctuary.

 

[MACCanadianCoop]

Which are also bad meat birds

Quail are tasty delicious single portion meat birds!
(If that's what you're going for)

 

[Hayden Goseek]

Hmm.
Maybe I’ll just lock their dear momma in the coop so she can’t get to them…and leave the little ones out in the cold. I’ll ignore their panicked wails while their mother grows increasingly frustrated trying to reach them. The desperate cries of the babies will reach a peak volume as they shiver and their bodies grow colder and colder. But soon, the cries will cease, and so will the beating of their young, fragile, innocent hearts. I’ll collect their stiff, cold bodies and dispose of them in the compost bin. Their mother will be distressed but she will eventually forget her dead children. And me? Well, I’ll pretend it never happened, and sell the pullets with a too-wide smile on my face.

Or I could just not hatch eggs. Take your pick.

Man! I thought I was dark.

Someday, down the road aways, when us old folks are gone, it will be you..as old folks, keeping up with each other. That's if you last the 12 years and some longer than me.

These are the thoughts that have me awake at 3am.

 

[589205]

No one as cute as me wanted to be my other half.

Well, that should clear up some angry faces.

Will you be mine?