Lets start with we never planned to get a rooster. We wanted to stay with laying hens. Well, as you know life never goes as planned. This spring we all piled ourselves in the truck, went to the feed store, and bought some laying hens to replenish our sorry looking flock. They were of course one day old chicks and all so cute. Well, as they grew we started to realize that Dinner may be a rooster and so we jokingly named him Dinner. Now we usually stay away from naming our chickens because it seems like those are the ones that always get eaten by something. So we though our problem would be solved. If any one would get knocked off it would be the little one with a name..... then no rooster. As he got even older he became so pretty and he was ( at the time) soooo sweet. We came to the conclusion that it could not be so bad to have a rooster.
Here is a news flash .....
He was fine until he lets say he hit his stride, became a man, got his chicken groove on, started putting it to the hens.
Now he is an ass to say the least and we can not even get near some of the hens or their eggs some days. He attacks both the kids and me, my husband he is scared to death of. The boys have come up with the idea that dinner knows Dad is the head male around here and so he leaves him alone. My husband does not mind this idea at all and does not correct them. I have gotten a little sick of it all lately and have been threating to make Dinner dinner. It is quite funny to be roasting a chicken and have everyone go out back and make sure all of ours are there. Any way, there have been quite a few meetings of my men's minds and they have come up with a wonderful idea. They are going to build a chicken tractor. They researched them on the internet and drew up plans last night. Now I have been informed that we can have even more chickens ( great) and they will all be able to live happy little lives free from predators, and no one will attack us anymore. Sure..... I will let you know how that works out !
Located at 6700 feet above sea level, Skunky Acre Farm is the home of farm fresh eggs, several different varieties of apples and cherries, with dogs, cats, and our two free range boys. We moved from the city to the country and are living the good, if not a little crazy, life.