Every evening (and mornings too) the City Chicks do a little foraging in the yard. One night, I grabbed the camera to have a City Chicks photo shoot of the girls. Or at least, I thought they were all girls.
Until we heard a crow.
Yep, we had a rooster.
So after a few mornings of early trips to the chicken coop in the rain as we tried to determine who the rooster was since he would have to relocate to the country, we discovered that it was my beloved Big Girl…er, Big Boy.
Now, don’t laugh too hard at me when you see that he has a beautiful comb like a rooster. Remember, I’m a chicken newbie! ~smile~
I love Big Girl…er, Big Boy so much because he was my chicken. Actually, he is the one I took under my wing because he was different. He was kind of left out and pecked on by some of the girls. So I would pet him and talk sweet to him. He would come and sit at my feet if I were out in the garden. We had a special relationship. I could overlook the fact that he was twice the size of the other girls because he was bred to be a meat chicken. I even could overlook the fact that he was extra work for me. I didn’t mind at all.
But he crowed and we city dwellers can’t have roosters so we made a trip out to the house of some of our country-living friends and Big Boy is now the rooster of a large flock of country-living chickens.
The morning after we dropped Big Boy off at his new home, I followed my morning routine. I opened the blinds to look out at the garden and I heard a rooster crow. I walked away thinking, “Oh, that was a rooster crowing”. And then it hit me…that was a rooster crowing!
We had yet another rooster!
We then found out that our little silkie, the smallest of our chickens, was also a rooster! This was Emma’s chicken and she was a little sad that her chicken was also leaving our flock to become a country chick. (She became a little happier knowing that she gets to pick out a new chick next year though.) So our Baylee or Mo (short for Mozart due to the “hair”) as I called him went out to the country to join Big Boy with the country chicks.
Now our flock of six city chicks is down to only four…and I’m pretty sure that they are all hens. (fingers crossed)
Let me introduce you to:
Super Chick (or as I call her…Bitey)
They love to dig in the yard waste pile for bugs and eat my baby okra plants. ~smile~ They also love corn on the cob, watermelon rinds, and plain yogurt. We look forward to hopefully getting some eggs from our city chicks within the next 10 or so weeks.