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Posted in Photography, Random Musings with tags , , , , , on January 28, 2015 by Aaron

Why does Mozart not like chickens? Because the say Bach, Bach, Bach!


I got myself some chickens this past summer. We raised them from 2 day old babies. When you get baby chickens you can order all girls, all boys, whatever you want. My town doesn’t allow roosters so I ordered all girls. I always imagine a line of grizzled old men and women who are standing along side a conveyor belt as little baby chicks fly by. They grab them, one in each hand, give em’ a squeeze and look at their private parts, and throw them into a box on their left or right depending on their sex. They are called Chicken Sexers and it is a real job. I believe they are about 80 percent accurate.

In the end I got 2 hens and 1 rooster. The rooster is the white one. He had a beautiful mane, like a lion and he was an Ameracauna. The brown one, Anna, is a Buff Orpington, and the black one, Olaf, is a Black Astralorp. I bet you can imagine who picked out those names (Elsa, Anna, and Olaf). The cute little girl in the first picture.IMG_7659

One morning I heard a mysterious err-err-errrrr coming from my chicken coop. They were teenagers at this point and it was early for them to be crowing. I held out hope that it wasn’t a crow that I heard but just a loud hen making noise. It didn’t repeat again that day. But a few days later I heard it again. I wasn’t even sure which chicken it was… The fourth time I heard a noise I saw Elsa moving her head.

I held out hope that she was just a hen that crows (that is a real thing). Months past. She/he started crowing every single day. I started researching ways that I could get Elsa a new home but didn’t follow through on any of them just in case…

IMG_7658I knew I couldn’t keep him. I also knew that chickens are flock animals and don’t like to be lonely. Having only 2 chickens isn’t ideal to keep them happy. I had a chance to get one (for sure) hen from a friend at work and I jumped on it. Then the day came when Elsa started trying to make baby chicks with my hens.

I had no idea how I was going to deal with this. I tried calling farm animal rescues and they didn’t want them. A friend of mine at work occasionally slaughtered chickens to eat. he had offered to take him but was never ready to actually do it. The new chicken, Sally, was already totally stressed out from moving from her original hen house to my friends hen house for a couple nights and then into mine. Something you may not know about chickens is that every time a new one is introduced to the group, they re-sort out their pecking order. Not only was she totally stressed out from all that moving, and having to assert her position, but now she was being courted by a plucky rooster. It was the last thing she needed.

IMG_7656I started doing research about what is the most humane way to take care of this problem. I won’t share the details here but Elsa was laid to rest in the middle of the night in the best way we could hope for. My daughter doesn’t know the truth. As far as she is concerned, Elsa went to live somewhere else. She knew it was about to happen so she got her chance to say goodbye.

I know what you are thinking now. No, I didn’t make Elsa for dinner that night. My daughter would never forgive me if she found out years later that is what really happened.IMG_7661

RIP Elsa the Rooster.