05-22-2006, 04:10 PM
Well, at least one of you is getting a kick out of this, so I figured I would follow up once again.....
This just gets funnier and funnier. Alex and I put the three roosters in a largeish dog airline carrier... and no problem all night long. This is a good thing. I awaken about 5:30 AM to squawking, screeching and crowing.. the three roosters are having at one another in the box. This is NOT a good thing. I have visions of the guy showing up to trade and having two dead roosters and one bloody one. Ewwww... so outside I go in my pajamas with the legs rolled up to my knees lest they get in the mud, and in the pouring rain put some food in to distract them after thumping the side of the box. All is quiet so I return to bed Ten minutes later the box starts banging around and they are at it wore than ever. I .haul the box over to anothyer area off the ground and under better cover, toss in some chicken food again, thump them around a bit and hope for the best. I don't know that they were any quieter but they were further from my bedroom. By 8:30they were quiet when I went out to check and feed the other chickens and roosters.
By 9 I get a call from the chicken trade guy. "We are on our way up from Hilo in about half an hour". I confirm his directions. Ten comes and goes.... 11 comes and goes... so I call him. It turns out I am not the only having a very odd chicken morning. Turns out he doesn't have his chickens at home as he has a 10,000 sq ft lot in town. He keeps them at a friends acreage up toward Hamakua. He had spent the day there day before, but half way up the mountain toward my place he realizes he had left the chickens in their cage up at the Hamakua place... so he turns around and drive up there. Then he finds that one chicken has escaped.. he knows not how.. and he has to go chicken chasing to find another... then they drive back to my place... by now it is after 12. He seemed somewhat astounded that I do not put my chickens in a henhouse but rather freerange them. Then I pointed out I am not after eggs at this time; I am after diversifying the genepool and breeding the chickens. Ahhh, so he gets it. He is a little reluctant to tell me that he has discovered that he got quite a deal with me because apparently roosters are worth more than hens. Who cares? I traded one for one. Doesn't hurt to have a friend at the nail salon does it? He was so happy he told me he runs into free hens every once in a while and he will get me more when they come up! Ahhh, you gotta love the spirit around here. Just another crazy day in paradise.
(PS... talked to Alex today andhe is none the worse for wear, and still happy he managed to catch the mean roosters so the rest can live happily. I didn't bother to explain that another will simply Alpha up and start it all over again.......Wednesday we are cleaning up around the Pigpen and the garden if anyone is bored... come on over! LOL...
Just another day in P A R A D I S E !!
This just gets funnier and funnier. Alex and I put the three roosters in a largeish dog airline carrier... and no problem all night long. This is a good thing. I awaken about 5:30 AM to squawking, screeching and crowing.. the three roosters are having at one another in the box. This is NOT a good thing. I have visions of the guy showing up to trade and having two dead roosters and one bloody one. Ewwww... so outside I go in my pajamas with the legs rolled up to my knees lest they get in the mud, and in the pouring rain put some food in to distract them after thumping the side of the box. All is quiet so I return to bed Ten minutes later the box starts banging around and they are at it wore than ever. I .haul the box over to anothyer area off the ground and under better cover, toss in some chicken food again, thump them around a bit and hope for the best. I don't know that they were any quieter but they were further from my bedroom. By 8:30they were quiet when I went out to check and feed the other chickens and roosters.
By 9 I get a call from the chicken trade guy. "We are on our way up from Hilo in about half an hour". I confirm his directions. Ten comes and goes.... 11 comes and goes... so I call him. It turns out I am not the only having a very odd chicken morning. Turns out he doesn't have his chickens at home as he has a 10,000 sq ft lot in town. He keeps them at a friends acreage up toward Hamakua. He had spent the day there day before, but half way up the mountain toward my place he realizes he had left the chickens in their cage up at the Hamakua place... so he turns around and drive up there. Then he finds that one chicken has escaped.. he knows not how.. and he has to go chicken chasing to find another... then they drive back to my place... by now it is after 12. He seemed somewhat astounded that I do not put my chickens in a henhouse but rather freerange them. Then I pointed out I am not after eggs at this time; I am after diversifying the genepool and breeding the chickens. Ahhh, so he gets it. He is a little reluctant to tell me that he has discovered that he got quite a deal with me because apparently roosters are worth more than hens. Who cares? I traded one for one. Doesn't hurt to have a friend at the nail salon does it? He was so happy he told me he runs into free hens every once in a while and he will get me more when they come up! Ahhh, you gotta love the spirit around here. Just another crazy day in paradise.
(PS... talked to Alex today andhe is none the worse for wear, and still happy he managed to catch the mean roosters so the rest can live happily. I didn't bother to explain that another will simply Alpha up and start it all over again.......Wednesday we are cleaning up around the Pigpen and the garden if anyone is bored... come on over! LOL...
Just another day in P A R A D I S E !!
I want to be the kind of woman that, when my feet
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"