| William crowed. Yesterday. I wasn't around to hear it, but my roommate was. Today, he's going to his new home, a nearby organic nursery. I plan to drop him off with instructions that he be pampered like the little prince that he is. It would be very sad for William to live out his life among people who think he's just some ordinary chicken.
William, with Diana
As I've said before, I thought I was prepared to give up my roosters when I got into raising backyard chickens. I didn't expect that my favorite chicken would turn out to be a boy.
I am guessing that the remaining three chickens are about four months old, and that Diana may be a little younger than that. William's probably about six months old. It's fully possible that my other "girls" are roosters as well, although so far nobody is growing any combs or wattles. Here's a recent picture of William with either Elizabeth or Victoria... there's no real way to tell those two apart.
Diana. If she's a rooster, I'll be really crushed.
Now that we're down to three chickens, that means we can get some more chickens. I'd like to get two more, at least one of which is a Rhode Island Red. It depends on which breeds are available, but also on whether I opt for more eggs or more cuteness and docility. I've asked my roommate's older daughter if we should get hens or chicks, and she's asked for chicks. So chicks it is! |
