We've been down and out with the flu as anyone who reads this blog already knows. So I haven't been able to keep my eye on the chicken flock dynamics as much as I like to and should. Since culling the extra roosters recently as I posted about here, there was one rooster we named Fancy Feet who we just couldn't catch and ended up deciding to give him a chance. Then we lost Roo and I was really glad we kept Fancy Feet. Then yesterday I was out collecting fire wood and heard the hens in a big ruckus and saw Rowdy (our original gentleman rooster) running to break something up. As it turns out, two babies we adopted because their mother had been eaten and we had a good mommy with similar aged chicks who I knew would take them in (and she did, LOVE Buff Orpington mommies!) both turn out to be roosters. One of those unnamed roosters and Fancy Feet were chasing down hens, holding them down and pecking their heads. I looked at my gals and saw that things have changed quite a bit in our flock as almost every hen had a bloodied comb! Yesterday evening, despite the sick baby strapped to me and my throbbing sinus infection my husband and I decided to cull out the two problem roosters when we heard them going nuts and knocking hens off the roost to mess with them! Outrageous! Our 3.5 year old held one door closed and I the other and my husband bravely entered the coop full of roosting chickens and grabbed the two problem dudes. He swiftly culled and cleaned them while I held the flashlight and our son played by the fire we made to burn the feathers and goo and right into the stock pot they went.
Adios Fancy Feet, you little bastard.