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I have no clue what sort of rooster that would be. I know that at the moment either Nanner or Romeo start crowing first, then the other three chime in as the first crow is fininshing up.....lol so it is like one looooooooooooong crow
OOOO and Brian's hair is now PURPLE.
I normally have not had big issues about introducing new chickens.... but Romeo and his two girls (that sizzle thing... frizzled cochin + silkie, and the silkie + ?, that was at brown's) are so much smaller than the rest of the yard birds, that I have not let them out yet. Then I have still inside all the 1st batch of babies I bought in October (1 EE roo, 1 EE pullet, 1 rir/production red pullet, the 2 cochins and the houdan, and polish thing) PLUS I have 6 EE (suppose to be girls) that are about 3 weeks old now, then I went in yesterday and Linda gave me a special needs chick (if it lives, I'll be surprised, poor thing was born with one eye and a horribly crossed beak), and I picked up a baby silkie ( my luck will be it is a roo...lol)
Chuck (my other half) can not tell one bird from another, except for the naked neck (who I just call "the Turken") and Nanner. To him, "they all look the same"....chickens. But since I am around them so much, I have learned each has a very unique personality, that even if they were the same breed, I think I'd know who is who. I bought all different breeds and colors just to make it "look pretty".
I have sat out there for HOURS at a time. It's a way that I "talk" to my Dad. So it's me and the chickens having coffee, watching the sun rise or set. Me, watching them, and remembering all the hilarious stories Dad would tell of his childhood form the 30's and 40's with the chickens, and the cow Sukie, that his family had. Me, remembering how appalled my mother would be at the sight of one chicken, let alone close to 50. Me, trying to give my own grown children a funny memory of their mom and her stupid chickens
I never in a billion years, would have thought when we moved here in July, that a bunch of chickens would have been the trigger to help me in my grieving, but the darn things have. I have most of my friends, who I have kept up with through face book, hooked on them as well.
I am lucky that I don't have neighbors so close, and those on either side of me have been really understanding. The chickens don't bother them at the moment. Now the three stooges, the Guinea Hens (Judi, Judi, and Judi) are a tad bit more noisy, but I bought them as "chicken body guards"