A while back Clint went to
Roosters are mad about sex and would be at the hens constantly. There was one particularly popular unfortunate Cream Legbar that had them queuing up and as one randy rooster jumped off another one jumped on. Her poor back was in juggins and as Clint put it,
Those roosters have her treaded within an inch of her life.
Thankfully I’ve a lot of experience working in hostels so Clint’s chickens are in safe hands until he gets his own coop in order. It’s just like any other hostel really. There are cliques, there are arguments, they steal each other’s food and there’s always one that the rest pick on. And, like any other women's hostel, there are the inevitable disreputable looking males* hanging about outside trying to gain entrance.
*The One That Everybody Hates & The Other One
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I could do with some of them there Roosters! ;)
How does it feel to have an internationally published mother?
You could always ask Elly ;)
We are proud of her.
Not being a chicken breeder, I'm completely clueless about how to pry the roosters off the hens.
I'm guessing there's not some sort of diaper you can wrap the hen up in? Or maybe wind a few lengths of gaffer tape around the rooster's pelvis? Perhaps some little tiny leg irons attached to a brick?
This is all so fascinating...
El Capitan - chickens need to get their eggs laid so cannot wear chastity belts. It's not the excessive treading that's hard on them as the weight of the rooster hanging on to their backs with his big spiky feet.
Clint got saddles for his female turkeys to protect them from the amorous advances of Big Ernie.
See him in action here
http://snarlylegend.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-ernie-rides-again.html
Hope you don't find Clint's Norn Iron accent too incomprehensible.
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