Our old rooster, Thomas, went to the big barnyard in the sky about a week ago. The old guy was, well, old. He was only about 3, but in meat-bird years that’s got to be at least 9…
Luckily our friend has a few extra roosters, and was happy to find a new flock for the one that was getting picked on.
Under-roosters tend to be good guys. They’re generally happy to have found a new flock of their own, and they know what their other options were like.
Chief integrated into our flock like he’d always lived here. I put him down in the coop and he started to woo the ladies with his dancing and skill in finding food. I went to check on them all an hour later and he was standing, surrounded by hens, like he owned the place. Which, as the only rooter he pretty much does!