Yeah, humanity truly is not saintly, and self-serving is not the worst of it. "Humane" is a choice, not an accident of nature, and those who make that choice are blessed. But what to do with the road rage and shootings?
High tunnels are nice; it is such a relief not to have to bend over. Hmmmm, I rarely think of the impact the loss of a flock mate has on the remaining members of a flock. It's good to know that birds can recover and that we can play no small part in their recovery. Very good to know.
I am keeping my Roos and cockerels separate from the hens this winter. The LS males are especially friendly towards people and follow me around like puppy dogs. One, a guy I call Randy, is smitten with my female Saint Bernard mutt, who is also white and black, just like the Light Sussex. In fact, the LS males tend to fight over her, as though she is the big (130 lb) queen mother LS hen. And my dog, who used to be a committed chicken chaser/grabber, has adopted them as her own, and they are hers. But Randy is special; he is the first to greet us, and he waits down by the gate for us to go down to the old coop and shed; while I'm in the coop by the gate, he hangs out with the dog, and when Abbie and I go down to the coop in the field, he follows right behind, through rain, shine, cold, and snow. He hangs out about there until I'm done and start back up to the house, and then the three of us all go back up together. We are such an odd trio: one short fat old lady, one BIG white and black hairy dog, and one big ole white and black cockerel, running and waddling straight behind. I absolutely love this good for nothing bird, and I'm not even a bird person. Who needs Christmas presents when you can spoil a creature like this?!