Well it’s funny. First off the buyer was supposed to get them. Then it was turning into I don’t think he’ll take proper care of them they’ll die can you take some? Ok yes I can take some. Don’t have room for all. Maybe my neighbors would like some too - they’re down to two hens. (Said neighbors did take two buff orps)
Oh my neighbor is going to take my rooster and the old girls.
Ok cool. Good news.
Oh can you take more? No mil. I’m at my housing capacity limit. Ok I’ll see if my neighbor will take them all.
Good news the neighbor will take them all! (Right as we were loading up to go get ours/neighbors) uh. Ok. Wait. All, or all minus the ones we’re taking? Oh yeah come get yours.
So we go. Grab 8. (Remember two are going to our neighbors) you sure you don’t want more you should take more…meanwhile they were crammed pretty good into that crate and again. Roosting room. Don’t have enough. Tell her that’s all I can take. She starts stressing about her move and can we fit all her stuff (we’re borrowing a 26 ft box trailer from a friend’s brother) guarantee you we’ll be fine. And just to assuage her further I say if we ARENT fine, then we store some stuff in our shop and bring it up next time we visit you. No big deal, no need to panic. (This is how I roll. I think about a lot of probabilities)
And then the next morning. Phone call. CAN YOU TAKE MORE.
No but if you need help finding them good homes I know people.
No that’s ok.
Ugh!