I have a deep set love for Games. Not cause I find them to be the most gorgeous of all birds. But cause of my history with these chickens. Unfortuantly my father use to fight large game roosters (doesnt any more). I was raised with chickens cause of this. As a child I made friends with these roosters while feeding and caring for them as a chore to get an allowance and then had to watch them die or kill other birds when he would fight them. Later I started to save these birds from the people who faught them. The last one I saved was a great bird I named Scruffy. When we got him he was horrible looking. He was bloody, torn up and very ill with infections all over. He was faught in a knife fight (gafs) and we thought he might not make it. He was me and my hubby's very first bird together as a couple. We doctored the bird and socialized him with people and it eventually paid off. He was a great bird and we kept him for a very long time. (4 years) Till we had to move and couldnt bring him with us. Here is some before and after photos.
When we got him he looked like this.
After we cared for him he eventually healed up, feathered out, got fatter, and healthier. And ended up looking like this.
When we got him he looked like this.
After we cared for him he eventually healed up, feathered out, got fatter, and healthier. And ended up looking like this.
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