|Ethel in front, with her little tail, and a bro|
This morning when I started my preparations for changing water and filling feeders, one of the girls started to crow. So I decided to take a look through the big south window to see if I could catch her in the act and figure out who's the budding cockerel. I peered through the window in the morning half light. Yep, it was Vivian alright. But wait a minute! Violet crowed next! Then Vivian. Then Violet. They traded off crowing for at least a full minute. Crap! One chick culled due to severe deformity, and two cockerels out of four original chicks means a seventy-five percent failure rate on my first attempt at laying hens.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I have to get these crowing cockerels the hell out of dodge before the neighbors complain. Roosters are strictly verboten in my little burg.
|Vivian and her roostery face|
The funny thing is, Ethel, for all her having a much shorter tail, seems to have the same shaped comb and wattles as the boys do, but her tail is really distinctly smaller than theirs.
|The boys and their longer tales|
Something else nailing the lid on the boys' fate is the fact that they are both sporting spur buds, which Ethel does not have.
Anyone have any ideas for me? I'm not ready to slaughter for eating, and I would guess they are either, but I'm not sure what to do next. But I do need to get rid of them quick, and I need to look into started pullets.
But only one pullet left out of four chicks. Sheesh.