Nobody wants roos. My first hatching several years ago produced some magnificent boys. When the time came to part with them I checked out TradeMe, not wanting to make money but to find happy homes. While hens were attracting hot bidding and remarkable prices, roos were consistently listed with a $1.00 reserve - and still no bidding! I felt sad for them all.
The next time around I held on to my roos a little longer. The strangled, practice crows grew into full-on, all day advertisements to the girls and the world at large. I advertised on TradeMe. No luck. What to do? I couldn't dispatch them myself for fear of mangling the job. Next thing there was a letter in my box and a knock at my door - disgruntled, roo-averse neighbours. I got desperate. I took to plucking the roos off their perches at night and stashing them in cartons in my garage, to discourage the dawn chorus. They crowed anyway, in their boxes, in the garage - but at least I was the only one disturbed, until their morning return to the harem. Finally one of the disgruntled neighbours offered to take them away - to a farm in Little River. I don't think they were destined to strut their stuff and be fathers...
My point being that life is tough if you are a roo. You do the deed, perpetuate the species and then no-one wants you. Maybe this is true of the male of the species in general?? I think guys get a tough time.
Thank you Niki and Geoff for resolving my dilemma. It will be a little less 'colourful' in the Bay.
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