"In 2017 My True Love Gave To Me...
2 Gay Roosters
(and a home of our very own)"
Our landlords at our last home had some interesting ways of farming, and we had the opportunity to learn a lot in the 5 years we lived on their farm. Some of what we learned was what not to do. When we first moved in I asked if they came to collect the eggs from their flock of over 50 chickens, and, if so, could we purchase some from them. It turned out, they didn't eat eggs. They also did not separate their hens from their roosters, and they did not "weed out" their flocks to keep a good ratio of females and males. I thought it was funny when they told us how they had originally rescued their flock and how they could not believe how quickly the 15 chickens they acquired turned into 50! Here, let me explain it: mature hens lay (on average) an egg everyday, you don't collect eggs, you have hens and roosters living together, roosters are super horny all the time...what did you think was going to happen?
Occasionally they would sell some of the new hatch lings, mostly people want to buy hens. What ultimately ended up happening over the course of our stay was a very disproportionate number of hens to roosters. By the time we moved, there were so many more roosters than hens that the girls would hide in the bushes or face the constant mounting of these super horny cocks taking turns having their way with them (explaining what was happening was actually my first "sex talk" with my kids). Some of the roosters would turn to cock fighting as a way of controlling the flock and ensuring their offspring. Not Patrick and Justen. In the wake of all the fighting for control of a hen of their very own, they found each other.
We started noticing these two and the way they would stick together. While the other roosters were chasing tail, these guys would cluck around together like bosom buddies. They ate together, wandered the yard together, and slept snuggling next to one another in the coop at night. Sure, they could have been "just friends", but they also humped each other like super horny roosters. Deciding fighting for hens was just not their jam, they became smitten with one another. As crazy adorable as they are, we couldn't help but become smitten with them enough to bring them with us, doing our part to alleviate the tension in the flock despite the slight disappointment of our own hens, who apparently liked being stalked in the bushes.