Sunday, September 25, 2005
This is a photo of my yard birds roosting where they are not supposed to be. If I don't lure them into the chicken tractor at sunset, they choose this spot. These birdbrains are banties from an assortment of feed store chicks.
I wanted banties because I had heard they are active and can fly...two necessary survival traits for free birds.
From left to right in this picture, the birds are: "Vader, That Pheasanty-Looking One, Satan, Hoot, and That Gold Hen."
When I bought these chicks, the teenage checkout girl at Tractor Supply opened the chick box and grabbed each chick in turn by the neck letting their feet dangle.
At first, I thought, " Man, this girl hates chickens, good thing I didn't buy a puppy from her." I guess she noticed my shocked look, because she stopped strangling my chicks and explained that she could sex them by the way they reacted. It had to do with whether they kicked their legs or not as she dangled them by the neck.
I forget now whether kicking your legs meant you were male or female, but I do remember that her prediction of how many were roosters and how many were chicks turned out to be accurate.
Posted by R.Powers at 6:44 AM