We had a Hail and fairwell event at our little Ranch.
We brought 8 new lives to live with us, affectionately known as the Regulators. They ate all named after women rappers from the 90s.
We have 3 black copper marans named Salt, Pepa, and Spindarella.
3 buff orphingtons named T-Boz, Left-Eye, and Chili.
2 Brahmas named Mary J and Aaliyah.
They already have the gangsta look for the album cover. It is on.
The OGs are curious and ready to teach them to Walk this Way.
Then we had a sad goodbye.
My first baby duck I ever held and hand picked went to a new flock today.
I tried so hard to keep him, hoping he would calm down but he was going to hurt or kill one of the other birds. Since out swedish passed and he got edged out for alpha by the female, he took his anger out on the chickens. Trying to mate with one, and chasing and actually snatching up 3 other hens.
It was rehome or have him live in a dog cage. I don't have the means or physical ability to make another area separate right now and I don't want him caged up. A family down the road lost their male and came by and got him.
The saddest part was 1 of the girls laid behind the pool sad for a bit. But my boy quackers, so sweet and reserved stood in the yard and called to him as they loaded him up. I cried. Im still crying.
I keep asking why didn't he stop?, Why didn't he learn. Do they hate me now?
This is hard and it sucks.