The time finally came. Red Roo had become over-the-top aggressive, so we needed to eliminate him from the chicken flock equation.
Upon my return from work late Thursday night, I checked on the birds like I always do. Within about 60 seconds of my entering the coop, Red Roo had hopped down off the nesting boxes to attack our barred rock rooster, who was quietly laying on the floor in front of the boxes. When our buff orpington roo saw the commotion, he decided that Red Roo needed help and joined the fray.
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Red Roo, shortly before his departure on Thursday |
With nothing more than a mini-flashlight in my hand, I tried to beat Red Roo away. He didn't seem to mind being beat with a small flashlight. He probably thought, "is that all you got?"
Wouldn't that have made a great video? I'm sure it would have been absolutely hysterical to watch me helplessly fend off a mad rooster.
Red Roo before his demise --
that's our buff rooster you hear crowing
When I finally managed to get both roosters off the poor barred rock boy, I still had to keep swinging my free arm to keep them away, while I attempted to pick up the barred rock who lay limp and lifeless on the floor of the coop.
I gently placed the barred rock on the separate side of the coop with the guineas, while I went to find our large dog crate - yes, the very same dog crate which had just been used for the injured hawk last weekend! I had already washed it and hubby had put it away in the garage.
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Barred rock boy safe in his dog crate.
Don't let his small wattle fool you - we've watched him crow! |
While I got him situated in the dog crate, the Red Roo decided to go at it some more and began attacking various hens, with the buff rooster helping him out again. I jumped to the other side of the coop again, yelling and flinging my flashlight at him. Oh yes, I was so effective, I'm sure.
I think I even saw Red Roo roll his eyes and smirk at me.
I texted hubby, who was still at work, and told him the Red Roo's days had come to an end...
yeah, who's smirking now, Red Roo?!
He was a major disruption in the flock and he had to go. This really did make me sad - but honestly, the hens (and us) got along fine with the other two roosters.
Hubby dispatched the Red Roo this morning.
We were both sad, but even sadder that we didn't have the time to scald & pluck & cut him up to serve as dinner.
I mean, really, that would have been ideal, and respectful of his existence. But with our work times bearing down upon us, we didn't have time to do all that - with our newbie chicken status, it would have taken us longer than the average farmer.
Psssst: Hubby HAS done this before, it's just been a long time.
I'm the real newbie here!
The barred rock has been sitting quietly in the dog crate on our indoor back porch since last night. I don't see any visible injuries - perhaps he has brain damage. I say that half-jokingly, but then, you really never know, do you?
I had noticed earlier in the week that he seemed quieter than usual, laying around a bit more. When I checked on the birds Monday night, their waterer was cocked at an odd angle, and all the water had spilled out onto the floor.
That was my first clue (DUH) that there was tension in the flock.
When I put him back into the coop tomorrow, I think we'll keep him with the guineas and let him free-range. No sense tempting the fates. There are only 6 hens with the buff orpington rooster - the "books" all say there should be just one rooster to every 10 hens.
When we realized we had 3 roosters,
we knew we had a bomb just waiting to explode.
Reminder to self:
Buying all pullets does NOT guarantee you won't get any roosters.
It does guarantee you'll pay more for your chickens.
Next on our to-do list: Why is one guinea hen limping??!!
Help. Our birds have overtaken our lives.
P.S. Next time we have an errant rooster, we will put him in the dog crate to await Saturday or Sunday when we can properly butcher him. :-)