Christmas, the hen, is not shy at all and basically comes running when we enter the coop. Just Monday night, when the lighting was right, I entered to try and take some pictures. Thanksgiving, the tom, put on quite the show for me, but I was slightly uneasy the whole time as I was afraid Christmas was going to charge or peck me. Instead, she just photobombed Thanksgiving a few times. And she made it very hard to get to the chickens.
As for the chickens, we expected to get a Rooster or two out of the six chicks as the sexing of chickens is not always accurate and does have a fail rate. And while I was weeding the garden a month or so ago, I heard the first crow. And then a heard a second crow within seconds. Upon inspection I discovered that two of our three black chickens were in fact Roosters, as they proudly crowed for me. But, looking at them and comparing them to the others, I quickly began to suspect that two of our red chickens were also roosters based on the comb development on their heads.
The next weekend my suspicions were confirmed when again, while weeding in the garden I began to hear some crowing. And this time it was the two red chickens I had suspected were roosters proudly crowing for me.
So yes, of the six chicks we purchased, we ended up with four freaking Roosters. And these aren't chickens good for meat. So basically we have been feeding them and giving them a plush little life.
That's not going to last much longer. Don't get me wrong, they are beautiful, which is why I was trying to get some good pictures of them the other night. Unfortunately, they did not want to cooperate. And we would consider keeping one, as I am growing accustomed to the crowing in the morning, and enjoying it.
My mood changed about whether to keep one or not when I was checking the birds recently. I noticed Christmas had scabs all over her wattle and was even missing feathers at the base of her neck. The very next day I watched a rooster chase her out of the coop. And a few days after that I watched a rooster attack Thanksgiving from above. The rooster jumped down onto him while he he was walking under the coop ramp. None of this was ok with me and made me realize we literally had a giant cock fight on our hands as the roosters tried to establish the pecking order.
We have actually already taken care of one of the roosters, which I have plans to make into a chicken pot pie soup. And most likely, by the end of the weekend, the rest will be gone as well. At this point we're just throwing money away feeding them any how.
The worst is we had just started to get eggs from our two hens. Now, either seeing one of the roosters "disappear" or the actual cock fighting may have traumatized them enough to stop laying. I'm hoping once the roosters are gone, the hens will start laying again. And next year, we're getting chicks from another place.