Cock Free Zone
Today we suffered a major setback in chicken rearing and had to say goodbye to one of our feathered friends.
This morning, our favorite "hen" cock-a-doodle-dood the neighborhood awake... again.
For a couple weeks, I was in denial. There couldn't possibly be a rooster in the henhouse! The odd noise we were suddenly hearing at 6:30am must have come from somewhere... anywhere else! It will go away.
Next morning. "Son-of-a-biscuit, it's definitely a rooster. But which one? As long as it's not the Silkie..."
"Moo-ooom, that chicken woke me up!"
"Quick, go see which one it is!"
"It's definitely Daisy." (The Silkie)
For another week or so after, I listed and re-listed the little cockerel on Craigslist. He's adorable and so fluffy! There were no takers. I couldn't bear to leave him anywhere sketchy, so I did what anyone in my situation would do. I took "Daisy" to my dad's house. He knows lots of farmers.
Good-bye Mr. Daisy.
Chickens. Because, why not?