Aren't they cute?
No, seriously, love them or hate them, you have to admit that your roosters can make you laugh and swear faster than any animal you have ever encountered. I don't know when I came to that conclusion. You have a 50/50 chance of getting roosters if you hatch them yourselves under broody hens or in incubators. My first broody hatch produced 7 cockerels and 1 pullet. There may be a pullet hiding in with the cockerels so the final count may be 6/2. That proves that both God and Mother Nature really do have senses of humor. The second hatching from my broody so far is a 50/50 split. Better. But I have a total of 14 roosters and 17 pullets. Well, that's almost 50/50 especially if you count the two cockerels I rehomed last fall.
So what I came to decide is t hat I may as well embrace my roosters. Figuratively speaking of course, I'm not THAT insane. I built them a coop all their own and a big run. They get fed the same treats that the main coop gets and every now and then I switch out the roosters so everyone gets a chance to get it on with the hens. They are co-habitating well together after some initial flared hackles and half hearted fights and YES, the stress quotient is down considerably with the hens....and with me.
I'm done trying to break them of bad habits. They are roosters. That's the only kind of habits they have. Transgressions get dealt with swiftly and firmly. After awhile they learn that the giver of treats thinks nothing of dangling the bad boy by his ankles until he decides that his bad mood isn't worth the trouble or embarrassment. Usually he will be a reformed rooster until he decides that he just has to try to be one up on the giver of treats and tests the waters by attacking her ankles again. Most of all I've decided that most roosters are buttheads and if you are lucky you will have a few cross your path that are so sweet they make up for the general butthead rooster population.
I stressed for I don't know how long trying to decide what to do with all my roosters. Can't give them away around here and no, I don't eat my birds. I eat their eggs but not them.
Once I decided to stop stressing, come over to the dark side (where they have cookies!) and embrace my roosters, the happier everyone was. And yes, I learned that even my buttheads can make me laugh on occasion.....when I'm not busy dangling them by their ankles.
In conclusion, if you are in the position to have a bachelor pen for your extra boys, by all means do it. Save a life if you can and come over to the dark side where roosters rule.
They have very good cookies.