It's always something. I've been sick with headcold/flu

so the other day hubby fed the chickens for me. The next day when I went out I noticed the coop was SOAKED.
We had a storm with sleet, ice and snow, and when it melted it all ran in the coop. He didn't even notice that it was wet in there. When we moved this coop in, part of the roofing blew off, so we fixed it. Evidently we didn't fix it well enough because it had to have leaked quite a bit. Anyway, it was sunny today and just warm enough to get some tar patch on the roof. Hopefully that will take care of the problem. In the meantime the girls got their pen totally cleaned out and all new bedding. One good thing about it was they all learned how to use the roosts. I guess they would rather roost than sit in that wet shavings.
I think I am doing everything backwards.
Right now I have too many roosters running around the yard (even though I love watching them run around.) I have my hens penned up, away from the boys. As I get my breeding pens set up I think what I need to do is have what roosters I want to keep penned up and let all the layers run loose and then lock them in the coop at night. The roosters are starting to scrap with each other a little more, and one of them took a pretty good beating the other day. I hate that. I'd like to send a few of them to freezer camp, but I can't butcher a chicken. No, it's not what you think. I hunt and can shoot, field dress, skin and process a deer. But when it comes to chickens, the feather plucking makes me sick to my stomach. I think it goes back to when I was a kid and we used to process 50-100 chickens at a time. I remember dipping them in scalding water beforew we plucked, and it's the thought of that smell that just about makes me toss my cookies.