I just went out and discovered that the cockerels that are heading for freezer camp tomorrow had popped open the gate on their pen and were in with the larger birds and it looked like a MMA free for all. I kid you not, every rooster except the large boys and the regulars in the big chicken pen were fighting their brains out. Feathers were flying, birds were screaming, I ditched my egg basket and bucket of food for the youngsters and waded in grabbing cockerels in mid attack by a leg or if it presented itself what was left of a tail and hauled their sorry butts back into their own pen where they continued their battle royal. The only one not involved in the melee is the one out of that bunch that I am going to keep and he is completely unscathed. Smart boy. What's left is the most ridiculous group of boys I have ever seen. Feathers missing in big gaps, combs bloody. They look like they got into a feather plucker and managed to escape.
I was down on my hands and knees, checking Smart boy over and one of the bad boys grabbed a hold of my hand, pinched down hard and proceeded to attempt mad passionate chicken love to my fingers. Stupid rooster picked himself up from the other side of the cage and came at me for round two.Didn't even offer a kiss on the cheek, little so and so. Finally was able to dislodge him from my hand and make an escape.
I no longer feel bad about giving them to the neighbor for butchering.
did anyone take photos we could get extra where he wanted to mount your hand
