We had a real mean rooster. We called him Big "B" (bastard) but since my granddaughter was around...
He would attack anyone who went into the run EXCEPT my granddaughter. I think he knew that would be the death of him. I think he's in the freezer now. since all the roosters met the same fate we call the chickens, girls. Nothing for the goats.
since all the roosters met the same fate we call the chickens, girls. Nothing for the goats.
