Got a call from someone who got my number from an acquaintance. Said that I might be able to take some birds off his hands.
So what did I do?
You know exactly what I did. I took them.
|Little chickens, giving me the ChickenEye already.|
Not only that, but when I agreed to take the birds, one of those birds was supposed to be a turkey. A turkey that I was looking forward to fattening up for a homegrown Thanksgiving supper. The turkey never made it to the house for whatever reason. The man said something about his wife wanting "to say goodbye". It's been a week now since he was here. I'm thinking my dreams of a homegrown turkey have been foiled.
So. Now I have five more roosters. None of which I really want, but will probably end up keeping the three fanciest and nicest ones. The rest are going on the local livestock page and I don't care what happens to them because the only eventual outcome of them staying here is that they'd become soup, dog food or I'm going to have Paul strap them in the clay thrower and blow their brains out with the 12-gauge.
Depends on how cranky I am at the time.