Lesson 362 – A rooster’s butt-bling

You know that deep feeling of dread you sometimes get in the pit of your stomach. That “oh no, here it comes” sensation when you start feeling the wheels leaving the road – that the older you get, the more you pay attention to?

Whelp, I’ve got it big time, right now.

In looking through the photos yesterday, this one in particular jumped out at me.

I flagged it and every now and then I’d go back to it. Could it be? Nah, there’s no way, these chicks are only 2 weeks old, there is no.way. on.earth it can be what I think it might be.

But then in one of those great co-incidences of the Universe, Spencer came up to my office yesterday and said “Mom, I hate to break this to you but I think at least 3 of the chicks are roosters.”

Apparently he had noticed that when he put his hand in with the chicks 3 of them would essentially attack him. He said that he also noticed that they had those “things” (combs aka wads of chewing gum) starting on the top of their heads.

Hmmm, I said as I turned to my computer. Was this one of the chicks?

Spencer looked carefully at the photo. “Yup, that’s her, er, I guess now it’s him.”

Now that we are experienced chicken owners, I can tell you that those large feet on that chick? Not a good sign and that little tuft of feathers in the back is probably not butt-bling. It is most probably (but I’ll still give her the benefit of the doubt until we’re absolutely sure) the beginnings of a beautiful tail.

And I know the chick’s tail will be beautiful because I had seen the Dad: Rocky Road.

The farm where I had gotten the fertilized eggs had said they will take back all roosters so I’m not worried about the nuisance a rooster might (will) cause to our neighbors, but I also know that all extra roosters are donated to the local food pantry around the holidays.

And while that’s a noble and on some level very ethical thing to do and I understand that it’s the right thing to do, I still don’t have to like it.

 

Tomorrow the littlest one gets her name – you’re going to like it.

(and she better not be a rooster)

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3 responses to “Lesson 362 – A rooster’s butt-bling

  1. Gina Rosati

    Sorry you’ve got roosters 😦

  2. Our local recycling center has many roosters living there. They stand on top of the recycling bins and crow as we drop the scrap paper and aluminum foil at their feet.

    The roosters are dropped off at the recycling center by people who purchased or hatched eggs and can’t stand to see their roosters killed.

    The people who own and run the recycling center are vegans, so the roosters are safe….sort of.

    We have a lot of hawks, eagles, coyotes, raccoons around. They like to dine on chickens. (Our personal flock is sealed off behind layers of wire and electric fence and netting overhead.)

    I asked one of the recycling center owners, “Don’t you worry about one of your roosters being taken by a hawk or eagle?”

    She said, “They have to take care of themselves.”

    Amazing how flexible human consciences are.

    • Wendy Thomas

      Oh leave it to you Modesty. I’m flexible (sort of) certainly more flexible than I was last year at this time when we were dealing with our very loud rooster Betty (I know, I know, long story – look it up on the blog). Anyway, I eat chicken. I adore a chicken salad with almonds, cranberries, and just a bit of curry.

      But I like to have my chicken salad anonymous, not one that came with a face, the cutest eyes in the world and from a creature I actually saw being born.

      I’ll be fine with passing her (him) off when and if the time comes but I repeat, I don’t have to like it.

      *wah*

      Wendy

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