My girls said no, get away from me and wouldn’t let him mate. Do your not do that?I was wondering if anyone keeps their rooster separated from the hens when they molt? I kind feel sorry for them.
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My girls said no, get away from me and wouldn’t let him mate. Do your not do that?I was wondering if anyone keeps their rooster separated from the hens when they molt? I kind feel sorry for them.
Reminds me of a fortune cookie proverb...I used to find piles of dog food in my shoes at my old house.![]()
Ditto, it was so Autumn feeling for a few days, now the heat & humidity are coming back. Oh well, it is AugustI should start winter garden but there is too much heat. I had bad experience last year so I'll be patient. lettuce and brassica starts are safe in an unused rabbet cage. I water them and they get little sun in the morning only.
Actually, my roosters are molting too, so they're grumpy, not really feeling super amorous. Saw Romeo go to grab Amber at back of neck feathers, she ran & he just stood there, with an exasperated "why bother" expression.My girls said no, get away from me and wouldn’t let him mate. Do your not do that?
He has 23 hens to contend w and since they have just matured, I don’t know if mine will try or not. I can tell there is one he must like bc of mark on her.I was wondering if anyone keeps their rooster separated from the hens when they molt? I kind feel sorry for them.
Boy needs to learn a bit a romance.My hen that he is with hides in the next box all day and when she comes out to eat there is no egg. She has been laying around one egg every 2 days. My rooster jumps on her before she is allowed to eat.
I caught a loose Rooster, someone apparently dropped off in the small town of Lewes. He would run from everyone, eat & scratch up their gardens & crow. He crowed a lot...that's what they told me. One of the neighbors, a grumpy man, said he was going to make chicken stew if he could ever catch that little big mouth. The rooster had been chased around for days, so he knew people were something to be avoided. I knew I'd need more than a net, and camping out til he roosted at dusk was not an option. I went home & got a carrier & my big Barred Rock Roo, Rocky & headed to town. I found the young, fast red rooster, he had established himself a nice sized turf, of several back yards & a vacant lot with a lot of trees & shrubs. I brought my Rocky out, he stood there all puffed up & proud. The little red Roo saw him, stood there all wide eyed & long necked, his interest peaked. By now, we had quite an audience, as this was taking place in a cluster of closely built homes, in their back yards. The Roosters stared at each other, then Rocky slowly walked towards the red, reminiscent of an old west gun fight in the middle of main street at high noon. The tension was building, as each Rooster took another step, then another. When they were about 10 feet apart, they started a "bob & weave" motion while all puffed up, & they began to walk sideways, following an imaginary circle. They were staring intently into each other eyes, not even blinking. It was at this point, I was able to quietly move up near them. They were focused, just about to spar, or still thinking about who would kick 1st, when I quickly scooped up the red Rooster & tucked him under my arm & simultaneously stuck 1 foot out as Rocky jumped up and chest butted the bottom of my muck boot. Yes, I know Rocky's movements well, it's actually a game we've played often. Anyway...I stuck the red Roo into a carrier, scooped up Rocky & put him in his carrier & the whole event was over. The neighbors all clapped. They were pleased that they would be able to sleep in again, without the Red Rooster alarm clock at 5am.I saw another young feral rooster in my front yard, I tried to catch it, and he ended up in my back yard. I chased him around my clementine tree about three times and he ended up flying over my back fence into my neighbor's yard. I hope he doesn't come back and jump on my hens while I am preparing them to breed with their father.