The Moonshiner's Leghorn Thread Peanut Gallery

[The Moonshiner]

Sullivan was a black silkie that we adopted when he was first hatched. We raised heritage breeds so poor Sully never quite fit in and had a tough chickhood.
When Sully became a young cockerel is when his problems started. Like most chickens it started harmless enough and we didn't catch on for a while. Sully was hitting his teen years and was allowed to free range as long as he came back to the coop at dark. He ended up meeting a couple tree hugging type flowery hens. He started spending more time on the other side of the tracks with his new pullet friends and seemed to be happier then ever. Of course we had no idea his happiness was from eating all the special brownies, cookies, gummies and anything else these new age hippy pullets came up with.
Well I guess those girls matured a little faster then Sully and being a lot of leghorn blood in them they were soon pretty loose with their egg laying. Seemed they wanted to lay everyday and wasn't particular who with. Soon they were bouncing from nest box to nest box and laying for anyone.
They truly broke Sullys heart and he slipped into depression. We tried to encourage him that life would get better and there were plenty of other pullets in the coop yard.
Slowly Sully started to get back out and about but that's when things started escalating. He started hanging with the goth crowd. You know the Ayam Cemani and Svart Hona. Always black from head to toe and depressed acting all the time.
Sully fit right in. Little black nail polish and letting his poof hang in his eyes and he was a natural.

 

[The Moonshiner]

Well Sully started enjoying other things too. This crowd would try anything and steal it from anywhere. Soon there was no corrid or wazine to be found on the farm.. Sully ran with that flock for awhile but still found that he didn't quite fit in. They always looked at Sully as a wanna be. He was not a true rare breed as the others and in their eyes no where near as valuable as them. They did a lot of petty crimes and soon Sully ended up taking the fall for some vandalism and had his first trip to the broiler pen.
After release he came back to the farm and decided to get his life together.
Well we were glad to have him back. Back home with down home birds. Just some good ol boys never meanin no harm.
Things went well for a while and sully had a few friends and stayed out of trouble. That's until trouble found a home in the Midwest.
Soon Sully and his cockerel flock were hitting the foil pretty hard. Sully changed over night it seemed. First the crazy thoughts and paranoia set in. Sully would do the weirdest things. Like running around the yard screaming the sky is falling the sky is falling. Covering the coop windows with aluminium foil.
Then the stealing. Leg bands started going missing then it was all the copper wire from the farm. Ever half my still disappeared. They started scrapping metal that they just happened to "find" all over the place for money. Sully even started running with some show girls from down town. Show girls love to go fast and Sully was always going the fastest.

 

[The Moonshiner]

Well strike two for Sully. The red rangers caught up to him and his buddies running a chicken tractor chop shop.
Sully return to jail. After a hard year he was released but he was different now. He refused to return to the farm and move to the city in search of trouble.
City life was a bit different then Sully knew. Of course he was in over his head before he knew it. He was running with a tough bunch. The game fowl. The game fowl were often misunderstood by most but all knew not to mess with them. They were always looking for a fight. They didn't even get along with each other most of the time. That was Sullys new world.
Most people didn't realize our flocks were going through an epidemic just as we were at the time.
Free ranging was free living. You probably thought predators were on the rise in your area but most deaths and disapperances were chicken on chicken crime over free range areas.
Sully was right in the mix. He had lost a lot of weight back in his bad days and was in pretty bad shape but he had lifted weights in prison and got hard. He was respected and feared on the streets. Extortion, snatch and grab, coop invasion robbery. Anything to stack cash, he was tired of just chicken scratch.
He was living on the edge. Even traded in the show girls for old wore out "pros" "working girls" you know past their prime production hens. And he didn't care which ones. Production reds, black sex links, whatever whenever. I'm surprised he never caught mereks

 

[The Moonshiner]

Sully soon was running out of steam though. Running from the rangers again and running out of places to hide.
He came home and we tried to help him get clean and get his life together. We came to BYC and researched rooster rehab. A lot of conflicting info but we tried to try them all. Hugs and love, restraining him, working him with a stick or rack. Nothing worked he kept falling back to his old ways.
Sully came and went through our lives the next year or so. Then one day he showed up looking good. We hoped he had turned his life around but we were cautious.
He was running with some Columbian patterned birds. He was running back and forth down south a lot and had a lot of money all the time. We knew what he was doing and couldn't support his choices.
Sully left our farm for the last time the next day. I assumed he was headed down to south America with his new found friends and fortune. We have never heard from him again. Rumors have passed through the farm from time to time. Its been said he is down south hooked up with a bearded Ameracauna hen raising a motley crue of EE chicks. Others report seeing him down in Mexico fighting in the rings. Its any ones guess now days maybe he's living up in the Rockies enjoying the good stuff.
One thing for sure. He is missed. I wish I would of gotten to him back when he first started hitting the hooka and chasing pullet tail. Maybe I could of made life easier for him.
Learn from my mistake.
Do not let your chickens make bad choices....

 

[The Moonshiner]

Crap.

I'm going to regret this.

 

[WestTNriverrat]

Next in my line-up:
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If my Tin Hauls ever make it into my closet, that is.

I love my dan post boots. If I’m out kicking in the pasture it’s my

Next in my line-up:
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If my Tin Hauls ever make it into my closet, that is.

I love my dan posts
Granted I don’t wear them as much as I used too. They are almost to flashy. Mostly wear my beater ariats to kick around in.

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

Yeah, that boy has some nice back length.

... I don't know why, but this sounds like it could spawn some weird pick-up line, or something.
The hens are getting weird.

 

[human1]

Sully soon was running out of steam though. Running from the rangers again and running out of places to hide.
He came home and we tried to help him get clean and get his life together. We came to BYC and researched rooster rehab. A lot of conflicting info but we tried to try them all. Hugs and love, restraining him, working him with a stick or rack. Nothing worked he kept falling back to his old ways.
Sully came and went through our lives the next year or so. Then one day he showed up looking good. We hoped he had turned his life around but we were cautious.
He was running with some Columbian patterned birds. He was running back and forth down south a lot and had a lot of money all the time. We knew what he was doing and couldn't support his choices.
Sully left our farm for the last time the next day. I assumed he was headed down to south America with his new found friends and fortune. We have never heard from him again. Rumors have passed through the farm from time to time. Its been said he is down south hooked up with a bearded Ameracauna hen raising a motley crue of EE chicks. Others report seeing him down in Mexico fighting in the rings. Its any ones guess now days maybe he's living up in the Rockies enjoying the good stuff.
One thing for sure. He is missed. I wish I would of gotten to him back when he first started hitting the hooka and chasing pullet tail. Maybe I could of made life easier for him.
Learn from my mistake.
Do not let your chickens make bad choices....

 

[JacinLarkwell]

I'll fully admit I never would have gotten leghorns this order of I hadn't found these threads. Won't get rid of my other breeds and specialize, but I am going to keep some nice colors and try to show people around here they aren't just white

 

[JacinLarkwell]

I actually had a rooster that reminds me of Sully. But he was a good, quiet boy who I actually don't think he knew how to breed