I've been having fun today watching our 4 bachelor roos interacting with the month old chicks and their mom in the grow out pen that turned out being in the bachelor pen. The two juvenile roos are staying near the pen, scratching, offering tidbits through the fence and trying everything they can think of to get the babies' attention and impress their mom....without remembering that she is their mom also. If they were human, they would be flexing muscles and revving the engine on their cars. These boys are good roosters. They just happened to have the bad luck to be born male in a species where being female is preferred.
As I said. I like roosters. And no, I do not eat my birds either unless it's eat them or starve to death. Our birds are part of our prepper pantry. Just as there is a pantry full of canned food, there is also a coop full of chickens, a pond full of fish and timber full of rabbit, squirrel and deer. We won't go hungry. Extra roosters could be a great bartering item if things come to that.
Besides, I thought this thread was to celebrate the roosters in our lives. Not barbecue them.
As I said. I like roosters. And no, I do not eat my birds either unless it's eat them or starve to death. Our birds are part of our prepper pantry. Just as there is a pantry full of canned food, there is also a coop full of chickens, a pond full of fish and timber full of rabbit, squirrel and deer. We won't go hungry. Extra roosters could be a great bartering item if things come to that.
Besides, I thought this thread was to celebrate the roosters in our lives. Not barbecue them.