We had a bunch of roosters running around here by the end of last summer. We’ve been gradually gathering them up and putting them in a pen by themselves. Our method is to wait until they go to roost at night, then I shine a light in their eyes to kind of blind them while The Farmer sneaks up and grabs them by the legs.
This works if he gets the legs. It’s not so good if he misses and gets feathers. We have a couple of bob-tailed roosters running around from the latest round-up. . . all those tail feathers just came off in his hands.
I advertised and had a guy come to pick up the roosters this past Saturday morning. He wanted 12. We had more than 12 in the pen. But then we noticed one of them wasn’t a rooster. Yikes! It is not good to be the only hen in a pen full of roosters!
However, in the process of trying to catch her and let her out, one of the roosters darted past us both on his way to freedom. sigh. . .
Well, there were still 12 roosters left. When the guy came The Farmer went in the pen and started catching the roosters, handing them to me, and then I chunked them in the cage. The guy was supposed to slap the lid shut. The first one he didn’t do fast enough and the rooster flew out.
And now there were 11. . .
We finally got those 11 caught and in the cage.
After admiring our peafowl and other critters, the other farmer headed out with his cage full of 12-1=11 roosters.
I was not sorry to see them go. They were pretty, but other than being ornamental, they were a nuisance. Too much testosterone of the farm.
There’s still half a dozen here, so maybe this weekend we’ll do another rooster round-up!