As I was waiting to speak to the owner, I noticed a man with his family edging closer to see what I had in my cat carrier.
"Hey," he said finally. "Is that a buff orpington?"
"Yes sir."
"Is it a rooster?"
"Yes sir."
"So... what are you doing with him?"
I explained that he was sold to me as a pullet, but since mother nature likes throwing wrenches into our plans, and I cannot keep roosters where I live, the owner of the store was taking him back to find him a home for me.
Turns out, they were there to ask her to find them a rooster for their flock of buff orpingtons!
So
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| Here's Peter at his new home. :) |
That's so awesome!! I'm glad you found him a good home. :)
ReplyDeleteOh that's so great! I bet he's going to be a VERY happy boy!
ReplyDelete17? They best git another roo to the mix. Glad he has a good home.
ReplyDeleteI know they have at least one other rooster, they sent me a pic of him with the girls. :)
ReplyDeleteLooks like Peter made out like a bandit. lol
ReplyDeleteWhat a lucky bird!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! So glad it worked out for Peter!
ReplyDeleteI have way more roosters than I need, and they aggravate me no end, all crowing at 5:30 in the morning. One day, I decided enough was enough. I got my shotgun and shot one. I was hauling it to the fence to throw it over, and suddenly felt eye burning into my back. I turned around, and my 12 year old daughter was standing on the porch. She caught me red handed with the murdered "chickie." The very memory of it makes sweat break out on my brow,even though she's 24 now and lives up North. To this day, I can't bring myself to shoot them. So I have to listen to their fussing and fighting, and they're not good for a thing. I tell myself I could eat them in a "breakdown" situation, but if my daughter came home I doubt we'd even get that benefit from them.
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