THE GREAT CHICKEN TRAUMA: A story of betrayal, recovery, a will to live and a rooster.
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It is a sad fact that chickens can be very cruel to chickens and when you are kind enough to keep all the male chickens, as you are, then without careful husbandry, trouble ensues. I am SO glad to see your loving care for Striders Brother, a kind and beautiful rooster indeed. And a brave and tenacious one too! I cried for his loss and I cried for your caring. Thank-you for sharing this beautiful story. XXX
What a great story of Striders Brother’s resilience and of Earthfire’s commitment to life. It just doesn’t get any better than this. Thank you, both, for inspiration.
Comment by Connie Glavin — September 25, 2010 @ 8:03 am
It must be something they said– I have seen brother roosters or spouses have a sudden falling out like that, and someone gets hurt! Then, they sometimes patch it up (or go their separate ways. I have seen spouses split up and never speak to each other again.)
I have about 300 free-range roosters on five acres so I know they CAN get along, mostly. (I only have about 150 hens in contrast to most people’s farms. That’s because I run a chicken rescue and everyone wants me to “just take the rooster, you can leave the hens.”)
People always ask me “How long can a chicken live?” and I was surprised you say “23 years.” Where did you learn this? I have heard stories of 20-22 years, but would only vouch for about 14-17, (about like a dog or cat.) My original rooster died in excellent feather at the age of ten, with his spurs on, defending his wife against a pack of marauding “dumped” dogs.
I know vets disdain chickens, so I have become my own vet. My latest showcase animal is “Frankie,” short for “Frankenstein,” who had to be extensively sewed up after a mauling by dogs. I also have “Buddy,” my paralyzed cockerel, in this room with me. I think he has the bird equivalent of ALS. I cut holes in dollar-store handbags and suspend him in a wire dog cage like a toddler in a swing-seat. This is the best device I have found for paralysis victims, FYI. Another tip: try to keep them in audio contact with their loved ones; they hate isolation.
You do great work and I hope to visit some day. I would love to get to know the foxes. (Thanks to my game camera I know we have some here but they are very discreet and I need to keep it that way.) I find that if you share your eggs with the wildlife, most critters will only prey upon your sick or injured chickens.
It is a sad fact that chickens can be very cruel to chickens and when you are kind enough to keep all the male chickens, as you are, then without careful husbandry, trouble ensues. I am SO glad to see your loving care for Striders Brother, a kind and beautiful rooster indeed. And a brave and tenacious one too! I cried for his loss and I cried for your caring. Thank-you for sharing this beautiful story. XXX
Comment by Ynez — August 13, 2010 @ 10:15 am
What a great story of Striders Brother’s resilience and of Earthfire’s commitment to life. It just doesn’t get any better than this. Thank you, both, for inspiration.
Comment by Connie Glavin — September 25, 2010 @ 8:03 am
It must be something they said– I have seen brother roosters or spouses have a sudden falling out like that, and someone gets hurt! Then, they sometimes patch it up (or go their separate ways. I have seen spouses split up and never speak to each other again.)
I have about 300 free-range roosters on five acres so I know they CAN get along, mostly. (I only have about 150 hens in contrast to most people’s farms. That’s because I run a chicken rescue and everyone wants me to “just take the rooster, you can leave the hens.”)
People always ask me “How long can a chicken live?” and I was surprised you say “23 years.” Where did you learn this? I have heard stories of 20-22 years, but would only vouch for about 14-17, (about like a dog or cat.) My original rooster died in excellent feather at the age of ten, with his spurs on, defending his wife against a pack of marauding “dumped” dogs.
I know vets disdain chickens, so I have become my own vet. My latest showcase animal is “Frankie,” short for “Frankenstein,” who had to be extensively sewed up after a mauling by dogs. I also have “Buddy,” my paralyzed cockerel, in this room with me. I think he has the bird equivalent of ALS. I cut holes in dollar-store handbags and suspend him in a wire dog cage like a toddler in a swing-seat. This is the best device I have found for paralysis victims, FYI. Another tip: try to keep them in audio contact with their loved ones; they hate isolation.
You do great work and I hope to visit some day. I would love to get to know the foxes. (Thanks to my game camera I know we have some here but they are very discreet and I need to keep it that way.) I find that if you share your eggs with the wildlife, most critters will only prey upon your sick or injured chickens.
Comment by Katha Sheehan — December 17, 2010 @ 7:03 am