It's winter. Unless you moved to the banana belt, he won't stink for months.That emoji is a new favorite Banty. LOL
...Naw he might get stinky.

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It's winter. Unless you moved to the banana belt, he won't stink for months.That emoji is a new favorite Banty. LOL
...Naw he might get stinky.
I was tempted to nail the dead mink above my coop door last year, but I figured that was a tad too psychopathic despite my justifying hate for the wretched beast.That's true. This winter he might even get freeze dried.
Jeesh.
Hug it!"what are you gonna do with a duck?"
Polish are dummies, but if you like that kind of thing, then go for it... I don't like hatchery SLWs, they're mean in my experience and in that of several others. Still, birds are birds, not cookies from a cookie cutter.So if a person with a fairly large coop and only 4 Brahmas wanted to maybe pick up some random chicks this spring would any of these breeds be a big hell no:
Polish White Crested
Spitzhauben
Lavender Orp
Barnevelder
Silver Laced Wyan
Ahh crap as I'm looking at the schedule I'm seeing that only the polish and the silver laced are marked as pullet and the rest are straight run and I do not need more than the one rooster I have. Dangit and I kinda wanted a runner duck, the husband says "what are you gonna do with a duck?"
I had trouble with mink last year, too. Caught one in the live trap that we set inside the coop, right at the pop door opening. (DH said there was "NO WAY it was going to work...") Later in the summer, another one got into the coop. Driving down the road one day, I saw a mink headed right to our grove. I ran over it yelling, "I GOT YOU, YOU CHICKEN KILLING VARMINT!!!!" DH calmly reached over and feld my forehead. (I usually try to avoid running animals over.)I was tempted to nail the dead mink above my coop door last year, but I figured that was a tad too psychopathic despite my justifying hate for the wretched beast.
DH calmly reached over and feld my forehead. (I usually try to avoid running animals over.)