Y'all are saying all this great stuff about ducks and I'm like sitting here with my eyes clamped shut, fingers in my ears going Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalal.........
Yeah, when I saw that scene on TV where the 'sexer' was sitting pulling chicks out of a brooder, turning their little bottoms up, check, if it was a pullet it went into another brooder. If it was a cockerel, he casually tossed the poor little thing over his shoulder by a leg into this big funnel with the voice over talking about the 'grinder'..... shudder. I let out a little strangled scream and told my husband that those innocent little cockerels had just struggled their way into the world and he....he... Poor husband just signed and said..no, you cannot adopt them all.
It was a pretty traumatic thing for a rooster lover to see.
Speaking of cull roosters. DH was standing looking at my 25 odd bantam cockerels I have and he absently said. You really need to cull some of these boys.....all the while he is biting off pieces of apple from one he is eating and sharing it with the hopeful little beaked faces that are watching him. I usually just say that I'm not hungry enough to eat one of my roosters but if I had to I could. He then points at one and asks me what his name is. "Indy" I'll respond. He will point to another. "C.C." I'll say. "Maybe this one?" he'll point out one near the fence. "Oh, no, not that one. That's Lord Percival! He's special!" By this point in time, DH is rolling his eyes and asking me why he is special. "He's a Pea comb!" I proclaim. "He's going to father lots of pea combed chicks for me so I don't have to worry about frost bite any more!"
At this point in time DH will remind me not to name them if I have to eat them but I have all of them named......He stops, shakes his head and retreats to the house without another word.
Smart man my husband.

Yeah, when I saw that scene on TV where the 'sexer' was sitting pulling chicks out of a brooder, turning their little bottoms up, check, if it was a pullet it went into another brooder. If it was a cockerel, he casually tossed the poor little thing over his shoulder by a leg into this big funnel with the voice over talking about the 'grinder'..... shudder. I let out a little strangled scream and told my husband that those innocent little cockerels had just struggled their way into the world and he....he... Poor husband just signed and said..no, you cannot adopt them all.

It was a pretty traumatic thing for a rooster lover to see.
Speaking of cull roosters. DH was standing looking at my 25 odd bantam cockerels I have and he absently said. You really need to cull some of these boys.....all the while he is biting off pieces of apple from one he is eating and sharing it with the hopeful little beaked faces that are watching him. I usually just say that I'm not hungry enough to eat one of my roosters but if I had to I could. He then points at one and asks me what his name is. "Indy" I'll respond. He will point to another. "C.C." I'll say. "Maybe this one?" he'll point out one near the fence. "Oh, no, not that one. That's Lord Percival! He's special!" By this point in time, DH is rolling his eyes and asking me why he is special. "He's a Pea comb!" I proclaim. "He's going to father lots of pea combed chicks for me so I don't have to worry about frost bite any more!"
At this point in time DH will remind me not to name them if I have to eat them but I have all of them named......He stops, shakes his head and retreats to the house without another word.
Smart man my husband.
