First Run of Cornish Cross Meat Birds and Super Excited!

Rick has passed.

I now have two roosters, neither of which I feel any attachment to, or that are in any way, shape or form likable.

I am going to have to find a Dixie rainbow or Jersey Giant rooster now...

There must be some universal rule the more you like a bird the better the chances it will die.


In truly human like actions, I found him lying dead on the coop floor with his woman picking his bones clean.........( I stopped her, us guys gotta stick together even in death.)
 
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Rick has passed.

I now have two roosters, neither of which I feel any attachment to, or that are in any way, shape or form likable.

I am going to have to find a Dixie rainbow or Jersey Giant rooster now...

There must be some universal rule the more you like a bird the better the chances it will die.


In truly human like actions, I found him lying dead on the coop floor with his woman picking his bones clean.........( I stopped her, us guys gotta stick together even in death.)

I'm sorry to hear about Rick. Maybe one of the other guys will have a personality shift with Rick gone?

Will chickens really canibalize each other if they die? :(
 
I'm sorry to hear about Rick. Maybe one of the other guys will have a personality shift with Rick gone?

Will chickens really canibalize each other if they die?
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Sorry to hear about Rick...

Oh my...manipulative squirrels (who are probably planning a huge coup) and chicken cannibals! What next? I love this thread! Very entertaining!
 
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Jeez, I am gone a few hours...

Ralph- I am so sorry to hear about Rick. And yes, we become very attached to these feathered creatures. I wish I had wise words. I do not. I just know it is sad for us when they die.
I am also sorry to hear you had to go through the rabies series! I don't think it is much better these days.
Living in Duluth, I bet you DID have to walk uphill both ways to school during an ice age!

LInda- Your mom sounds hilarious! My grandma took me out fishing once (at this time I was already a seasoned fisherwoman, my dad had me fishing from day one). Nonetheless, it still scared the crap out of me when she yelled, frail lady she was, "get the TUNKER" and proceeded to whack the daylights out of the pike she had caught. My dad always did the "tunking" and gutting. He is a gentleman. He also knew I would probably cry until the fish died on its own out of the water.

How on earth I can process meat birds is beyond me. And most of my family.
 

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