Walking on Sunshine,
Thanks for the very helpful post. I think that sounds like just the way I will should try to approach it. I picked him up last night before they went to sleep to locate them all to their brand new coop and run. He tolerated it fine, but I agree with your outlook. I would love it if one of the hens took to me, and wanted to be my friend, but I also realize I can't push it or make it happen, I guess they would have to want it. The two Gold Buffs seem to be the friendliest, but still don't seem to enjoy me picking them up. Perhaps when they get older. One of the barred rocks is a bit of a loner, and also seems to be the most intelligent. She always figures things out first. She will come by me and make all sorts of cooing noises, and look at me and observe. Still doesn't want to be picked up too much.
Do they all seem to settle as they get older. They are only 9 weeks, and still seem so skittish at times.
Have a great day everyone!
Would still love to hear about any one else's experience with unplanned Roo's in their shipments.
MB
Hi MB,
I have found that hens settle down a great deal as they get older. We have too many chicks to give any one on one attention, so they always run around like idiots when we come near. They are also pretty darn flighty when they're pullets. Right around the point of lay, they seem to settle down and not run away like I'm trying to kill them when I come close. By the time they are two, they are crowding around my toes when I walk into the pasture. None of them ever get to the point of wanting to be petted, but they don't jump off the perches if I run my hand down their backs.
I thought you might enjoy my Rules for Roosters post. I've copied and pasted it many times, but people seem to enjoy it. Rule number one is because, since roosters don't contribute eggs, I won't keep an ugly one!
Red Wicket Rules for Roosters
1. You shall look pretty. If you don't look pretty, you go to the stew pot.
2. You shall be nice to hens. Rough up the hens, you go to the stew pot.
3. You shall not breed hens in front of me. If you try to breed a hen while I'm around, I will kick you. Hard. Those are MY hens, buster.
4. You belong to me. Therefore, I will pick you up off the roost any time I feel like it. I will carry you upside down, I will tickle your toes, I will look at your feathers, I will call you "Itsy Bitsy Cutie Wooty Widdly Rooster Baby."
5. You shall not take one single offensive action towards any human. The first offensive action, no matter how small (like looking at me mean with feathers puffed up) will result in you immediately being chased around the pasture as fast as I can go while I scream and squawk and try to hit you with whatever I'm carrying. After this, you will be punished by being picked up and carried around all the time. See #4.
6. The second offensive action taken toward any human, no matter how small, and you go into the stew pot. There are no third chances.