Good luck I will keep my eye open for ya. Are you breeding them? If so what traits are you looking for any specific color?
It is official. My little boy has become a man.My rooster started to crow today. He might have started a few days ago, but with working at the fair, I may have not heard him. I thought that I might have last week, but it was one of my hens squawking in the coop. I'm surprised how proud of him that I am. I really didn't want a rooster, but I've become attached. (I tried to video tape it but as soon as I got the camera out he stopped.) As long as he stays nice and minds his manners I'll keep him, but like I told him today if he turns into a prick..its to the grill with yah boy...
Congrats he is a handsome little man.
Hahahaha the inspector was scared and wouldn't even go down to look in our case because we have dogs. My son was home not me and he know better and puts the dogs away so no one gets scared. But regardless he heard them and was like everything is okay and left.LOLHappy anniversary! I may take a couple of chicks off your hands, as I have four stubborn broodies who will. not. break. I had them setting duck eggs, but I've had a round of quitters, and one too-small duckling that died within hours of hatching. Breeds don't matter (although I'm craving naked necks now!).
One of my idiot neighbors hates my birds, and whines about them occasionally, because he's a control freak and thinks everyone needs his permission to do anything with their land (until he pays my mortgage and taxes, NOPE). This is the jackass who called the town on me claiming that the run was filthy and unacceptably smelly, blah blah blah. I invited the inspector to take a look around - he ended up apologizing to me for bothering me (I said no worries - he's just doing his job) and, as far as I know, he told Neighbor Boy to back off. At any rate, the people across the road from me have acquired a rooster and, even, better, a flock of at least twenty guinea hens. The guineas are free-ranging, and come down through the woods to poke around on the road, including along the edge of his yard. I told Alan, "watch - I'll get blamed." Sure enough, Idiot asked him the other day if those were our birds. Alan said, "nope - they're guineas, and they belong to the people up on the hill, the ones with the rooster and the shooting range. These are young - wait until they're fully mature and screaming at things. They make roosters seem quiet. We thought about getting them, but they're just too loud for us." He then walked off, leaving the dope huffing and puffing.
