I was given a small flock of chickens and a chicken house, thus began my chicken raising journey. At first all went well except having to go out early on cold Colorado mornings to let the chickens out, but I thought, "that's good for me. I get outside more and notice the morning more." Then a friend convinced me that the chickens would be happier and lay more eggs if I got a rooster. I don't know why I did that because they were already laying more eggs than I could eat, but I got on craigslist and found a free rooster. I happily drove out and got the rooster. He was gorgeous - a big golden rooster. The biggest rooster I had ever seen. He was three times the size of my hens. They seemed to like him, but I was afraid of him. He attack me every time I came into the chicken yard. Finally I was fed up and gave him along with two of his wives to someone who responded to my ad in craigslist.
The remaining hens were devastated. They wandered around the hen yard acting lost and forlorn, and they stopped laying. I let that go for about a week and began to feel guilty. I got back on Craigslist and got another free rooster. He was beautiful also. At first this one seemed okay, but he quickly got comfortable and began attacking me. After he left me bleeding, I decided to give up on chickens, but a woman who knows more about chickens convinced me to keep trying so here I am waiting to get rid of the rooster and learn to raise my hens.
The remaining hens were devastated. They wandered around the hen yard acting lost and forlorn, and they stopped laying. I let that go for about a week and began to feel guilty. I got back on Craigslist and got another free rooster. He was beautiful also. At first this one seemed okay, but he quickly got comfortable and began attacking me. After he left me bleeding, I decided to give up on chickens, but a woman who knows more about chickens convinced me to keep trying so here I am waiting to get rid of the rooster and learn to raise my hens.