Throwaway Roosters

by frogpondsrock on August 29, 2012

in Animal cruelty,arseholiness,environmental stuff,real life,Uncategorized

On Saturday as I was driving  down the hill I noticed three roosters huddled by the side of the road, they were good looking boys and had obviously been dumped.

As I drove, I thought about the poor roosters and I thought about the rotten bloody mongrel asshat that had just dumped them there.

There is a growing trend here in Tasmania of dumping unwanted roosters by the side of the road, in the bush or at the local tip. And I think it is apalling.

I place the blame firmly at the door of weekend hobby farmers, tree changers, and their ilk. Enticed by the thought of lovely fresh eggs, from free range chickens these people get a couple of hens and a rooster and their life is just so happy happy joy joy.

Until the hens go broody and suddenly a couple of hens have bred you fifteen new roosters who crow their bloody heads off  at first light. And oh my what are Mr and Mrs sensitive new ager to do with all these noisy unproductive  roosters?

Instead of doing the right thing by their animals they bloody well dump them and it makes me so angry.

My freecycle feed at certain times of the year is full of giveaway roosters, with a stipulation of pets only or not for the pot. It is a sad thing to see. Roosters generally do not make good pets, they do not play nicely with other roosters and they are noisy, oh so noisy.

Yesterday I heard the roosters crowing, so I put some layer pellets into a bucket and walked down the hill through the bush. If I stood on a stump I could see the roosters down in the gully. They had stayed where they had been dumped for four days. On one of those four days we had a good dump of snow. It is a hard life for an abandoned animal.

Being a chook whisperer from way back I was hoping if I stood on the side of the bank and yelled “chook, chook, chook” as I rattled the bucket of food the roosters would find me.

And sure enough one did.

He followed me back up the hill and I locked him in my empty chook run.

By four o’clock that afternoon he had called the other two roosters up the hill as well and I now had three fine looking boys in the chook pen.

My chook pen is adjacent to our vegetable garden and when I only had one old Isa brown girl a few years ago, we removed the divider so that she could get into the veggie garden and deal with the slater beetles for me.

The Spouse who adores me, but hates chickens with a fiery passion was not very impressed to find three large roosters scratching the buggery out of his garden beds.

All I could see when I looked at the roosters was , how handsome they were and how young and tasty two of them would be.

All the Spouse could see was WORK, for him.

Work, fixing the divider and stringing a new top layer of chicken wire across the fence.

Work, fixing up the garden beds.

Work, killing and cleaning the two roosters that I could not keep.

To say that The Spouse was a tad grumpy last night is akin to saying  Mt Everest is  a bit of a tricky climb.

Because “The Universe” disguised as an asshat poultry owner had given me a lovely rooster I asked on facebook for a couple of hens to keep the chosen rooster company.

I will be picking up two hens, one black and one white, from a friend on Thursday.

The Spouse is not impressed.

But I am content.

{ 6 comments }

Veronica August 29, 2012 at 10:56 am

Good thing he adores you. Heh. They are pretty boys, if I didn’t have bantams, I’d be seriously tempted to take one as well.

Elephant's Child August 29, 2012 at 12:31 pm

They are indeed pretty boys. The skinny portion’s sister has a passion for chooks. Last year she had a rooster who trotted round the garden and in the evening liked to sit in her lap. He became very, very noisy and the neighbours complained. He is now on a farm and she goes to visit him. And he remembers her. Which I think is lovely. And a pair of hens have now come to live with her.

Happy Elf Mom August 30, 2012 at 1:15 am

I don’t wonder if it wouldn’t be more humane just to kill your animals yourself than to dump them like that. Or let them go to someone’s pot on freecycle. :/

Dorothy @ Singular Insanity August 30, 2012 at 9:33 am

They are indeed handsome roosters.

It seems really silly to just dump them, instead of cooking them, no matter how pretty they are. I mean they will only get run over or freeze when dumped.

I hope they make nice chicken soup :-)

Megan August 31, 2012 at 1:02 pm

I would love to raise hens for eggs, but living at home while I finish school my father would object and we have a chicken killers, aka 2 dogs a Great Dane and a Lab-Austrialian shepard mix, the dane has already killed two of our neighbors chicken’s who thought it was a good idea to hop the fence and come into the yard where the dogs were, this dog has also gotten a rabbit and squirrel. But those are pretty birds.

Kel September 2, 2012 at 4:50 pm

the chook whisperer
I love that line, and the fact that you gave these guys a home

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