They Don't Have Military School For Chickens

I've done it. I've posted an add in the "free" section on craigslist to find Arthur a new home. It's not that we don't love Arthur. How could you not? He's beautiful, he's manly (as far as chickens could be called manly) and he's vocal. But, he's also vying for supremacy with Cargill, and I do feel a certain amount of affectionate loyalty toward the rooster we picked first. Cargill is the much more stately (although YOU can call it "lazy and cowardly" if you like) of the two roosters. Maybe it's an innate perception of redheads as being wild and hot-tempered, or maybe it's the fact that half our hen population is going bald from his very claw-and-beaky attentions. Either way, for our sanity and that of the poor hens, I've decided to offer him up. I'd like to think that someone out there is thinking "I'd love to get myself a rooster and have fertile eggs," or "I'd like a nice pet, and a rooster seems just the ticket," but it's just as likely that someone out there is thinking "Gallo viejo es buen caldo." As long as I don't have to swing the hatchet, that's okay.


I took some mug shots of him, just so that propective "buyers" could see that he really is both healthy and beautiful. If only he were as well-behaved as his pictures make him seem, I'd be tempted to keep him.