Yes, we all need a firm plan prior to hatching eggs. Mine is believing what I'm told.
mine too!
Unfortunately listing them on Craigslist usually does net you people that will say one thing and do another, but after the roo is out of my hands it's not my business really. We personally eat or pelt our roosters, but I did have two I was especially fond of that I ended up finding good homes for. One to a lady who had been looking specifically for a buff laced bearded polish rooster (and who picked him up and cuddled him when I handed him over and she baby talked to him about yogurt and mealworms as she walked back to the car
) and another to a guy who came to pick up an extra peacock of mine and fell in love with the bantam speckled polish roo in his pen with him. Nice looking roosters here generally end up as pelts though- I have a friend who does pelt taxidermy, and she sells the saddle and neck feathers to hairdressers. She actually had a lady offer her $300 for just the pelt of saddle feathers off of a golden phoenix roo... crazy.
And to the OP- I'm glad you found homes for them, and it's not wrong to look for homes for them, and I applaud you for looking BEFORE you hatched. There are a lot of people here being negative (and I don't disagree with them actually, there's a lot of truth in what they say about the fates of most roosters), but I don't think there's anything wrong with what you did in this instance. I would say differently if you just hatched without thinking and then were looking for homes for the roosters, but that is not the case.
What I will say is that I agree with one of the earlier posts that said you will feel differently when they turn on you. The roosters I keep are either nice boys or if they are very mean, they are locked in with the peacocks, who have zero tolerance for fighting roosters. If I go in that pen, I know I have to be on my guard and watch the roosters. The head honcho polish in that pen has only gotten me one time (though he's given it dozens of tries and gotten a boot to the face), but when he did, he snuck up behind me and gave me a 3 inch gash down my thigh and multiple puncture wounds down both my legs- THROUGH my jeans. I hatched him myself, I raised him in my bedroom, he was the second chicken I ever hatched... but roosters are not your friends. The only reason he isn't dinner right now is because I want his lineage next year.