Well we ended up with two roos, just NOT the roo from He**, but the one that my son kept saying was a pullet turned out being a roo too. He attacked my son the other day, just out of the blue, so I decided that both roos will go.
After the last few days of putting up with their crap, even my girls are sick, sick, sick of them both, we took the long handle fish net and caught one (the Mean Ole SOB) first and put him in the big dog crate. Tried to get the other one, but he got out of the run and took off up the hill toward the train tracks, he was all up in the kudzu so we could not get to him at all, so we just had to wait it out. Came down to the time that we had to leave to take our son to church and by the time we returned it was dark out so they were roosting, sort of. Our dusk to dawn light was recently fixed, so it shines right near the coop, but is not bright enough to keep them awake.
We found the other roo, at one point he was walking down the street
and I thought, 'let him keep on a walking'
but then I thought, 'no better not, he may cause an accident.'
So got him back up in the yard and my son chased him to an open (smallish) tote box and he went in there and I just placed the big fish net over the top and carried him and the tote over to the dog crate where the other roo was already.
Now they are both in the crate with a waterer hooked to the side. I will be calling a local guy that does meat processing. Not sure that he actually will cull the two of them, but I will find out tomorrow. If not, we will be back to square one. This crate is so large it is sitting up on it's back side now with the front door on top, so I cannot get my arm down in there (with gloves on) and get to them, but we can flip it onto its bottom (where the pan is) and open up the whole top, but then I am worried that one of them will take off and then we have to do the chicken chase again.
