Farewell Rooster-Hen

Over the weekend we said goodbye to our rooster-hen. I'd like to say that the parting was bitter sweet but that would probably be sugar coating it. I was happy to see her go. I pretty much let N8tr0n load her into a crate and never looked back. Her crowing drove me up the wall and after she pecked me (like not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to break my heart) ((except my heart wasn't broken so much as it was completely pissed off)) well, let's just say we weren't the best of friends having so much fun together.

Anyway, we loaded her up and sent her off to the ranch. And no, not the kind of ranch you're thinking of. An actual ranch where my cousins live. And speaking of cousins, mine were kind enough to trade us straight up for one of their hens! Isn't that great? Now I can still have four chickens AND not get woken up at 5:00 AM by rooster-hen!

Allow me to introduce you to Lilly II. She is an Australorp and as far as we can tell, very quiet. Very non-rooster-ish. We hope she likes it here.

{it totally cracks me up how not pretty chickens are when they are teenagers}

Lilly II is currently being quarantined on the other side of the yard. The experts recommend quarantining for at least 30 days but uhhh, we're not going to be doing that. In an effort to balance prudence and practicality we'll probably quarantine for a couple of days and then introduce her to the ladies. I'll let you know how that goes since introducing a new hen means they have to revamp the pecking order and all that jazz. Unless the results are gruesome. Which I'm sure they won't be. But, you know, if they are I won't tell you about it.

So, farewell Rooster-Hen. I would say that we'll miss you but right now I'm looking at the scab on my hand from when you bit me so...have a nice life.