"You were good boys and you did a good job." That's what I told Candy and Manny when I sent them on their way. I felt awful inside, but I had to do what I had to do. An experienced neighbor reminded me, "It's not personal."
So, our roosters Candy and Manny are gone now. They were good roosters, as good as roosters can be. But a flock of 4 hens with 3 roosters is nothing but trouble. They peck at the hens constantly. Poor Muff-muff's back feathers are completely gone. And they cock-a-doodle-doo all day long. This is simply no way to run a hen house.
Candy was the biggest of all our chickens...he must have weighed at least 15 pounds. Friendly too, except around the little kids. He chased Josie all the time...scared the daylights out of her!
Manny was the smallest but the noisiest. He was Candy's twin but much smaller. All but one of the points on his comb blackened and fell off during the winter...a unicomb.
We still have Peep. He has the most brilliant, iridescent feathers. He is also the bossiest and most protective. Hopefully he'll continue to be watchful of our hens and protect them.
Getting rid of the roos has not been easy, psychologically. Our chickens are like pets to us. There's a guy at the local feed store who offered to buy our roos, but he resells them. Since he couldn't assure me that they would be eaten, I worried that our roosters would be sold for cock-fighting, which is a reality here in the metropolitan area. I didn't want that to happen. Fortunately, I found a neighbor who I know will "appreciate" them.