I currently have ten 9 week-old chickens, at least half of which I suspect are male. My husband said I cannot keep roosters because he doesn't want the neighbors to be disturbed by crowing. I told him I would either rehome or eat the roosters as soon as I was sure they were roos, and I sent away feathers for genetic testing, so I should know for certain by the end of the month... It's so hard to wait for the results!
One bird has already started crowing in the AM and is getting progressively louder. I posted him on Facebook and Craigslist for adoption, as I have grow too attached to kill and eat him. If someone is intending to eat him, I hope I never find out about it... I knew when I got a coop rated for 4-6 adult chickens and purchased a pack of 10 unsexed chicks, that some would have to go. Usually one or two of them don't survive the stress of shipping, and a couple more will die of illness, so I am surprised to still have all 10 clucking at this point... This is turning out to be way harder emotionally than I expected. They are such good, sweet chickens!
Anyone else go through something similar? Or metaphorically shot themselves in the foot like me and want to commiserate? 
[This message edited by Ghostie at 5:27 PM, Tuesday, November 25th]
