https://www.reddit.com/r/BackYardChickens/s/2YyGoJlywS
Have you ever gotten caught up in the moment and abandon good judgment? I’m so embarrassed about a recent incident that is still going on.
We wanted to give our surviving hen an egg laying friend but accidentally brought home a rooster.
There’s a selfish part of me that doesn’t want to own this problem. How did the previous owners not learn to distinguish a hen or rooster? Why didn’t I inspect and consult Reddit first? We even named the chicken “Goldy”!
I spent about 100 miles driving home wishfully thinking that the chicken that was inside a box in my trunk was a hen.
After putting the box in my chicken run and letting the chicken out, I immediately started snapping pictures in order to confirm if this chicken was a hen or rooster.
It turns out, to the trained eye, that this chicken was obviously a rooster.
Minutes into trying to inspect him closer, the clarity became to sink. Of course the tail feathers looked so flamboyant. Of course the loud clucking was that of a male chicken.
What a mistake.
As the sun began to set, my concerns started to grow. Is this thing going to be a bomb in the morning?
Things only got worse. I was unable to wrangle Goldy into the chicken coop. He’s basically defenseless against the various predators that roam around my yard.
Perhaps a raccoon will rid me of this self inflicted burden before some random person from Craigslist decides to take him.
