I’m happy to report that our rooster saga has a happy ending. So Beta is happy, Penguin is happy, and the kids are happy—well, everyone but Nathan, anyway. Growing into manhood, he was kind of hoping to slaughter something and put meat on the table.
Fortunately, friends of ours were in the market for a new rooster and took Beta off our hands. I imagine, as the new kid on the block, he may have gotten a taste of his own medicine at first, but all things considered, it could have been much, much worse for him.
It’s nice to see Penguin, our old broody, out enjoying the grass again with the other hens, instead of hiding out in the coop for fear of venturing out and being attacked by Beta and the others. With him gone, the other hens are now noticeably more courteous toward her.
We’re going to shake things up a bit here probably tonight, because our 8-week-old pullets have outgrown the chicken tractor. Last week we wheeled them out next to the main chicken run so the two groups can get a little acquainted with each other before we integrate them. Still, in true chicken fashion, we know many feathers will be ruffled as a new pecking order is established when they all have to live in the same quarters.
We always try to integrate our flocks in the evening near roosting time when they’re less likely to fight. Then when a new day dawns they have plenty of space to stay out of each other’s way and hopefully there won’t be any serious injuries. That’s the plan, anyway. The numbers are about even, but the big girls are, well, bigger, so we’ll see what happens.
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