Well I knew the day would come. I told myself when dh and I adopted chicks that if we ended up with a rooster that we would rehome him since city ordinances don't allow roosters. I posted on bulletin boards, craigslist, and feed stores, but instead he went to live with a distant family member who has a bird farm about a two hour drive from us.
I've never seen anything like it. There were numerous emus which are kind of scary actually, geese, ducks, guineas, pigeons, peacocks and 50 chickens. There are just a ton of birds everywhere you look. Some birds were running free and some were kept in runs and others in what I can only describe as open air coops. I asked about food and water and was told because of rodents they only feed twice a day. There was no grass to munch on and the only water in the run was a pool for collecting rain water, but it was green! As soon my roo flew off my shoulder I started to cry and felt so bad that he was no longer going to be raised the way he was used to, and that I took him away from the girls he's known forever.
I realize it may seem trivial to many people, but I'm sad about it even though I'm extremely thankful he's not going to be a potpie. Regardless, I hate having to give him up. I know eventually it will become easier, but right now I have been going through the Kleenex and feel like someone just died.
On a more positive note, I got to own a rooster for a short time. At 12 weeks old he was crowing so proudly which was music to my ears, plus I was told that when my roo breeds with a hen that I can have one of his pullets, which I think is really kewl.
Here is a photo I took of Goldie the day before he went bye-bye...
I've never seen anything like it. There were numerous emus which are kind of scary actually, geese, ducks, guineas, pigeons, peacocks and 50 chickens. There are just a ton of birds everywhere you look. Some birds were running free and some were kept in runs and others in what I can only describe as open air coops. I asked about food and water and was told because of rodents they only feed twice a day. There was no grass to munch on and the only water in the run was a pool for collecting rain water, but it was green! As soon my roo flew off my shoulder I started to cry and felt so bad that he was no longer going to be raised the way he was used to, and that I took him away from the girls he's known forever.
I realize it may seem trivial to many people, but I'm sad about it even though I'm extremely thankful he's not going to be a potpie. Regardless, I hate having to give him up. I know eventually it will become easier, but right now I have been going through the Kleenex and feel like someone just died.
On a more positive note, I got to own a rooster for a short time. At 12 weeks old he was crowing so proudly which was music to my ears, plus I was told that when my roo breeds with a hen that I can have one of his pullets, which I think is really kewl.
Here is a photo I took of Goldie the day before he went bye-bye...
