My landrace survival chicken project officially launched today! I finished up the broody coop yesterday.
Then drove an hour south to get two pairs of game stags/hens. They are a Flary Eye Grey/Whitehackle mix. On the way back, I had to pull over to put a towel between the two crates because the brothers were squaring up and trying to peck each other through the bars. Once they couldn't see each other they settled down and alternated crowing the whole way home. The breeds are Irish and North Briton in origin, so I gave them Irish names. One pair, Lorcan and Clochán, are now in the little shelter.
The other pair, Bréannain and Méabh, are in the broody coop. More hens (Leghorns and Anconas) will be joining them in the next week.
When I was picking them up, the guy who bred them told me that the combs would look different once I trimmed them. I asked if that was something I'd need to do if I wasn't going to fight them. He said, "No, it's not necessary if you aren't going to fight them ... [long pause] You aren't going to fight them?" I said I was just wanting them to live in my woods so I needed wary, tough birds. Poor guy just stared at me blankly. I'm guessing he doesn't encounter people like me often.
Then drove an hour south to get two pairs of game stags/hens. They are a Flary Eye Grey/Whitehackle mix. On the way back, I had to pull over to put a towel between the two crates because the brothers were squaring up and trying to peck each other through the bars. Once they couldn't see each other they settled down and alternated crowing the whole way home. The breeds are Irish and North Briton in origin, so I gave them Irish names. One pair, Lorcan and Clochán, are now in the little shelter.
When I was picking them up, the guy who bred them told me that the combs would look different once I trimmed them. I asked if that was something I'd need to do if I wasn't going to fight them. He said, "No, it's not necessary if you aren't going to fight them ... [long pause] You aren't going to fight them?" I said I was just wanting them to live in my woods so I needed wary, tough birds. Poor guy just stared at me blankly. I'm guessing he doesn't encounter people like me often.
