Beau May 16th, 2010
The chickens have enjoyed a little freedom these days. They’re growing bigger each day and love flying a few feet at a time around the garden area. Just enough to scare themselves while they run back to the shed! Or when the roosters fly after them. So lets introduce the six-week old boys:
Meet Captain Jack… He’s a sprightly fellow, hard to catch, a rascal clothed in dark attire… a hybrid black rooster of dubious heritage, and a scoundrel in the making. Savvy!?
He’s named, of course, after Captain Jack Sparrow of Pirates of the Caribbean.
I picked Captain Jack out as a straight run chick… unknown breed or sex, guessing he was a rooster from a couple days old. I had no idea what he really was, but he just strutted around with his head held high above dozens of other chicks with a cocky look all his own, and I’m pretty sure I guessed right. He’s wary, but seems decent enough for now and already looks after the hens, chasing them back to the shed when they get too far away. One of the barred rock hens loves to perch on my arm, and Jack usually jumps up on the roost to watch and look after her until I set her back down.
Not to be outdone, here’s Little Red… maybe he’ll be Big Red one day, or maybe just Red or Reddie Roo? He’s a New Hampshire Red rooster and was supposed to be a pullet. The hatchery farms don’t get them all right however, so I ended up with one less hen and an extra roo. He should be a beautiful rooster though. He struts his stuff too, but Captain Jack is more assertive at this point.
So with only eight hens I’m going to have to choose between these two at some point. How am I going to get rid of one?! I guess if we kept them long enough and one became too aggressive, I could find a good stewpot for him. That might be a family faux pas however… And I believe a family friend has offered to take one, so that’s probably for the best. But which one?! Decisions, decisions…