Mostly, I just need a hug from my fellow broody-breeders.
Last September, I had my first successful hatch under my broody (RIP Alice Ann). I got two chicks, and one was a roo.
Now, said roo is beating the living daylights out of his father, and with too few hens for 2 roos, I am running out of options to deal with him.
I am desperately trying to rehome him, but have no takers.
If I don't find him a new home, I am going to have to do the unthinkable.
I'm not normally squeamish about these matters, but have never had to 'do' one of my own personal fuzzy butts.
I find this is my saddest moment in chicken-rearing.