Recently, I found a good home for my two roosters. Moses was sexed at the hatchery as a female. Billy, a Cochin Bantam who was bullied by another rooster as a chick, grew up to be a bully. He hated me, my sister and every pet sitter he ever met. Flogging, biting and side-eying me was part of his daily routine until I had to house him in a separate coop where I didn't have to handle him directly. Billy did like ONE of my friends, so there was always hope he would change. He didn't.
Moses was more mellow but he was a disruptive force in the coop with the pullets. And since, as an Ameracauna, I had hoped for a hen who would lay blue eggs, he was a bit of a disappointment to me.
Since the roosters have been gone, Squeaker -- one of my Iowa Blues -- has been doing her best imitation of a crowing rooster. Squeaks opens her wings, stretches her neck, fluffs out her hackle feathers and creates the most grating version of a cock-a-doodle-do. Then, she looks around as if to see if she can spot one of the boys, lured in by her amazing vocals.
While I'm sorry that she misses the boys, she will need to get used to it. Roosters are not on my want list at all.
Moses was more mellow but he was a disruptive force in the coop with the pullets. And since, as an Ameracauna, I had hoped for a hen who would lay blue eggs, he was a bit of a disappointment to me.
Since the roosters have been gone, Squeaker -- one of my Iowa Blues -- has been doing her best imitation of a crowing rooster. Squeaks opens her wings, stretches her neck, fluffs out her hackle feathers and creates the most grating version of a cock-a-doodle-do. Then, she looks around as if to see if she can spot one of the boys, lured in by her amazing vocals.
While I'm sorry that she misses the boys, she will need to get used to it. Roosters are not on my want list at all.