I am such a wuss. I live in an urban area where my husband and I are raising our very first flock of chickens. Three only, but Saffron the RIR began crowing almost two weeks ago. Roos aren't prohibited here, but I don't want to tick off the neighbors. He doesn't crow until 7:30, and then infrequently throughout the day. I honestly don't think it's too bad, but my nerves are a wreck because I'm worried about my pretty cool neighbors being resentful. I know this is because I'm a worry-wart. I've thought about re-homing him for this reason alone.
But he has also started to challenge my husband, and has pecked his hands several times. We pick him all every time to teach him who's boss, but it isn't working so far.
Anyway, this past Saturday my husband and I were about to leave for an overnighter at a friend's place a few hours away. Saffron had pecked my husband AND I was anxious about him crowing more than usual being contained in the run all weekend. SO I gave my husband the go-ahead to drop him off at his co-worker's place where he would be slaughtered and eaten. I had tried all week to find a good home for him where he could live well, but I had no luck whatsoever. So I convinced myself that the best decision would be to just get rid of him. I would have to deal with a possible future nasty roo and I'd have peace of mind where the neighbors were concerned.
We crated him up, put him in the car, and my husband was about to pull out of the driveway. But I saw Saffron pacing in the crate and I heard Bridget the Delaware crying for him from the yard. It absolutely broke my heart AND I COULDN'T GO THROUGH WITH IT! I stopped my hubby, returned Saffron to the run, and felt a wave of relief sweep over me. We had a great trip visiting our friends this weekend.
But now that I'm home, I feel like I probably should've gone through with it, but I probably won't unless the neighbors complain, or if Saffron gets progressively meaner.
Thanks for reading. Just had to share my worries.
Here's a pic of my pain in the neck:
But he has also started to challenge my husband, and has pecked his hands several times. We pick him all every time to teach him who's boss, but it isn't working so far.
Anyway, this past Saturday my husband and I were about to leave for an overnighter at a friend's place a few hours away. Saffron had pecked my husband AND I was anxious about him crowing more than usual being contained in the run all weekend. SO I gave my husband the go-ahead to drop him off at his co-worker's place where he would be slaughtered and eaten. I had tried all week to find a good home for him where he could live well, but I had no luck whatsoever. So I convinced myself that the best decision would be to just get rid of him. I would have to deal with a possible future nasty roo and I'd have peace of mind where the neighbors were concerned.
We crated him up, put him in the car, and my husband was about to pull out of the driveway. But I saw Saffron pacing in the crate and I heard Bridget the Delaware crying for him from the yard. It absolutely broke my heart AND I COULDN'T GO THROUGH WITH IT! I stopped my hubby, returned Saffron to the run, and felt a wave of relief sweep over me. We had a great trip visiting our friends this weekend.
But now that I'm home, I feel like I probably should've gone through with it, but I probably won't unless the neighbors complain, or if Saffron gets progressively meaner.
Thanks for reading. Just had to share my worries.
Here's a pic of my pain in the neck:

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