Welll... We also raised 25 chickens for meat in our homemade chicken tractor.
One of them was determined not to die. We tried to cull him one day and as Gordon swung the axe down to separate him from his head, he DUCKED. Gordon took off the top whisps of feathers, but he tucked his head down between his shoulders, freaking Gordon out completely and earning himself a temporary Stay of Execution.
So the next weekend we started culling the rest, pulling them out with our homemade chicken hook one by one. Get down to the last one, and lo-and-behold, it's Mr. Duck-the-Axe. We named him Darwin and put him and the other two meat chickens that turned out to be hens in with the Banties.
So, long story short we ended up with four hens and three roosters. Needless to say, this has not been a happy arrangement for anyone.
Luckily, Gordon found an ad on Craigslist from a lady trying to get rid of nine laying hens at $10 apiece. This isn't a bad price if they keep laying for another year or so. We drove out last night in my Bug and put them two-at-a-time in bankers' boxes -- seven Australorps, two Rhodies. This has to be executed after dark, when they chickens are groggy and you can catch them. Catching a chicken in daylight is not an easy thing. They're small and FAST.
When we got home we pulled the Bug up to the coop and put all the boxes in on the floor. We opened them one by one and shook the new hens out on the ground. They had not been in the best living conditions -- outside in a filthy tractor, no heat lamp, we didn't even see any food or water -- and they jumped on the food.
Lil' Fry (left) hopped down from the coop to check them out, and even David Sedaris and Darwin seemed pleased. Now they have plenty of variety to choose from and they won't all have to fight over Brownie and Blackie every day. (Who, by the way, were growing ever more tired of the advances of three roosters multiple times a day.)So, it's easy to add chickens to your flock, as long as you do it at night when everyone is groggy. So far we haven't had a lot of trouble with the roosters fighting, but it could still happen. The main problem is that they are incredibly, terribly noisy. Lately they have started a crowing contest at 3 a.m. every morning (doesn't even start getting light until 5), causing me to think evil, murderous thoughts until I squeese my earplugs in.
We live in a very quiet valley, too. You can always hear your neighbors fighting, yelling at dogs, etc. etc. I swear we have the noisiest yard for miles around. I just hope if they decide to take someone out, Fry and Darwin go before I do.
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