I regret to inform you that the job posted for a chicken whisperer has been filled. The task was attended to today and several discoveries have been made/confirmed. I have 2 roosters and 1 hen per the chicken whisperer.
The applicant met all requirements. He is a southerner by birth and speaks the language well. He drives a pick-up truck. He lives even further out from Hick Town than I do. And…he has this in his living room:
So, as you can see, I could not have asked for a more perfect candidate for the position. Anyone who has a life-size bear in their living room has to fit in around here.
Seriously though, he is a dear friend, and a UPS driver by day. But he raises chickens himself and knows a good bit. He said that I definitely have 2 roosters, even though they are just now at a time where you can tell for certain. The roosters are now looking for a home if anyone is in the market.
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Ah ha, I knew they were boys. LOL. The bear in the house is so freaky. If I lived closer I’d take the roosters.
Don’t want no bear in my living room or house for that matter. Outside is close enough. I too would take the boys if I lived closer. But town is no place for chicks. Am glad you finally found out who was who.
No wonder no eggs!
Oh so now you know why no eggs.That stinks I hope you find them a good home
Glad you have the egg problem under control.
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My wife and I are raising chickens. Fortunately, we bought 8 hens from the local feed store. We didn’t want to have to deal with a rooster (or, roosters, as the case may be).