I haven't posted in a while -it's a busy time of year, but it's also been kind of sad with the chickens. We lost another chicken last week. Holly was one of our favorites and it was very upsetting to find her headless in our new run extension. Our best guess is she got too close to the fencing and a raccoon/possum/fox snagged her through the fence and chased her inside. It was the morning and we hadn't staked down the fencing yet- that was our afternoon project but we were too late.
Tomorrow, we are taking 4 of our favorite chickens to live with Mr. Tony who has 30 acres and lots of room for 4 roosters. We love our roosters but we are happy they have another place to go with reassurances from Mr. Tony that he won't eat them (our 7 year old's main question). Incredibly, out of the 7 chicks that were hatched in the kindergarten, FIVE have turned into roosters! What are the odds? Clearly I didn't do a good job trying to figure out the girls from the boys. In fact, I just need to do the OPPOSITE of whatever I did last May! But that is fodder for another posting.
We are fortunate that this past spring Mr. Tony offered to take the roosters. They have been our most personable birds but as their testosterone has kicked in, their personalities have changed. Our 2 boys have been very gentle with the chickens but they are boys. They love to pick them up and pet them, but the chickens don't understand the love in their little hearts. Typically, the boys back the chickens into a corner to pick them up. This was all good and fine until the rooster-instinct kicked in a few weeks ago and the roosters decided they had to protect their little flock. Cinnamon (to the left),the Bantam Mille Fleur D'Uccle (a miniature chicken) has been chasing our middle son (5 years old) around for weeks. We found this rather humorous because our son would just bend down, scoop him up, and pet him for a while. Cinnamon was trying to be so ferocious but a miniature chicken can't help but being cute. They are less than a foot tall reared up to crow.
So it is with a heavy heart tomorrow that we are taking our 4 roosters to live somewhere else. Our boys are at least reassured that they can visit Mr. Tony and the roosters in the future. As I explained, it is better than them being on our dinner table...