The Next Chicken To Arrive-Another Chicken Hobby Entry

Lets move on this morning with another entry on my growing flock.

The same man that gave me the Japanese Silver Phoenix was given what he was told was Aracauna chicks. They were too young to tell the sex of them, but he didnt want them and thought I might like to have them. These days I am a bit more selective about what I get, simply because I only have so much room and so much time, and so much money. At the time I didnt have that many birds, so I took them. There were five. Four out of five ended up being boys. :( That was disappointing. It is hard to keep so many boys together...they don't get along like girls do. Is that really surprising though? ;)

We named each of them...there was Alan, Martina, Tiny, Rebus (was named Reba, until we found she was in fact a HE), and Toby. Toby didn't make it very far in life. He didnt seem to fit in with the little flock. He knew it too, would flee at the least little sign there was going to be trouble. I think this was in fact what caused his death. I found him in the pen dead from what I believe was a broken neck. I believe he was freaking out and slammed into the wire and broke his neck and died. So Toby was gone. I thought Martina and Alan would make a good pair to breed so I placed them in a breeding pen. She never...ever laid not one single egg. She passed away for unknown reasons later on. Sometimes that happens. They just die. One day they are fine, next day you find them dead. I hate when that happens, no warning, just one gone chicken.

Tiny and Rebus were sentenced to chicken prison together as prison mates...they were too rough on my girls so they were destined for a life of solitude. Young roosters can be overzealous about mating. Alan was without a mate...so he was kept in a pen alone for a long time. He had become quite aggressive. He was a formidable rooster to boot. He was quite large and could probably hurt you if he tried.

Much later I ended up selling Rebus to a man that wanted a rooster for his hens. So hopefully Rebus was going to a roosters paradise with plenty of lovely ladies.

I am now left with Tiny, and he is just a sweetie...he gets along with everyone. He is allowed to roam free.

Alan is still with us. He is the one you may remember I almost sold off to a hispanic man for food. I was never able to harness Alans aggression so he is forever in chicken prison. I dont feel comfortable selling him as he may go to a home where he could hurt someone. Shelby wont let me sell him for dinner meat, we have gone over that, she made me feel pretty bad about all that. So he will live out his life here I guess. I really tried to tame him down, but it just never worked. I have dealt with aggressive roosters and have made them settle down and accept me out in the yard with them. Alan just wont relent. So there he sits.

I have here pictures of them very young, and then later pictures of them grown. Hope you enjoy them. :)

Alan and Martina...

 

Alan...

 

Toby....and you can see Tiny peeking out back there...

 

 

Rebus up front and Tiny sitting there in the back...

 

Later pictures...Toby on the right, Tiny to the left, and Rebus in the back...

 

Tiny...still our favorite...still here today...sweet as ever. I have a recent picture of him somewhere in my files...I will see if I can find it and if I can I will add it later....