Yep I feel gerrible. I finally had to switch out my head roo. Now before you judge I didn't eat him or pass him on to some unsuspecting chicken newbie.Heck I didn't even doodle do ditch him.I gave him back to the people I got him from, yes I returned a used rooster. I explained his "situation", that he wasn't mean or lazy he just got hurt and healed up with a super active ahem....drive. Well luckily this fella is rebuilding and making his flock more diverse he actually had a need for my turbo rooster. Oh but I feel so bad the look he gave me when I crated him was pitiful I could actually hear sad violin music in my mind. I had to do it though he was just too much man for my girls and he was prison scaring the bejesus out of the little cockrels. I could have penned him but how fair would that be? I do feel better knowing he's doing what he loves best "with about thirty more hens than I have." Doing the right thing just feels terrible sometimes.
