There’s a lot to cover this Friday afternoon.
I’ll start with the chick’s 11th weekaversary pic:
My spring chicks have all turned 11 weeks old. They are starting to look like feathered sardines on the grow up coop, just like they used to in the brooder.
That means I need to start thinking about how, and when, I’m going to integrate them. And how, and when, the 6 roosters meet their Fate(s).
The fate of one of them has already been decided.
I found a home for my beautiful Black Jack.
He is going to a new home, with a flock of his own. Probably sometime this weekend. I’m going to miss him, but I know this is for the best. He will get the flock he deserves and I won’t wind up a basket case because he was culled.
Remind me next time not to fall in love the roosters I know I can’t keep. Okay?
This morning, I let one of the Orpingtons come out to the pasture with me and I got a beautiful photo shoot out of the deal:
None of the bigger chickens seemed to mind, or even noticed, so I guess it was all good.