My favorite time when spring approaches is the sale of the little chicks at the local farm supply. Cute little balls of feathers waddling their way around the metal tubs as they vie for food and the warmth of the heat lamp.
Plymouth rocks, Australorps, Rhode Island Reds, Sussex, Anconas. So many choices. Some will be chosen for temperament. Some for egg color. Others for their ability to lay a bounty of eggs.
Like many young creatures, there is no guarantee whether you will get a hen or a rooster. And for the unfortunate rooster, most chicken raisers, it seems would prefer to keep them out of the flock. A rooster crowing at the break of dawn for most, is a nuisance. Especially if it is being raised in someone’s backyard rather than on a large farm.
I am not able to raise chickens where I live, but with my longing for open spaces goes a longing for my own chickens. I would be willing to chance having a rooster (my favorite kitchen decoration!) if I could just house a few chickens in my own backyard.